Fu Tingyuan sat down.
He took a sip from his hot cup of tea.
"We ought to give our third brother a straightforward answer. If Ke Qing is indeed guilty, we cannot meddle too much."
His tone was indifferent—a testament to his cold-blooded nature.
Uncle Ming nodded, "But as for Ning City…"
"Dad!"
"Grandpa! You must save my mom!"
Before Uncle Ming could finish,
the entrance was filled with commotion.
Fu Ningcheng and Fu Jiajia arrived sobbing, utterly lost and helpless.
Fu Tingyuan glanced at Fu Ningcheng.
As the eldest son, his capabilities were mediocre at best. After marrying Ke Qing, he had become even more of a pushover, behaving like a baby who couldn't be weaned off his mother's milk. He couldn't manage a single task without Ke Qing—neither in family matters nor outside affairs.
Now, with Ke Qing arrested,
he had become like a headless fly.
"If you're here for Ke Qing's matter, leave. I am old and can no longer intervene."
He put down his tea cup.
