"Uncle, you're being too serious, it was just a sudden visit. I hope you're not angry," Fu Shiyan's expression was cold and indifferent.
Fu Yi wiped a drop of cold sweat from his forehead, but he was used to Fu Shiyan's attitude and chuckled, "Shiyan, you've just come back from abroad. By all rights, I should be the one hosting a welcoming party for you. But the company has been so busy lately that I haven't had the chance. Now that you're here, it's perfect. I couldn't be more delighted—why would I be angry? Come on, let's go inside and talk more."
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and was about to step forward when he paused, "Is Yuxing at home?"
Fu Yi stopped in his tracks, not sure why Fu Shiyan would suddenly ask, but still answered, "Yes, he is. That brat is actually at home today."
With that, he waved to a young man in the crowd, "Yuxing, your cousin is calling for you, hurry up and come say hello."
As the words fell, a young man stepped out of the crowd.
