An unprecedented sense of oppression sent a shiver down Su Lan's spine, her heart seemingly grasped by an invisible hand, tightening its hold with fear and trepidation rising in her chest, her body rigid and unable to move.
She had often heard Xia Tingyuan cautioning her not to provoke Fu Yanhe.
But Su Lan didn't take it seriously.
What kind of storm could Fu Yanhe, a paralyzed cripple, stir up within the Fu Family?
If he were to be severed from the Fu Family, then Fu Yanhe, this disabled waste with paralyzed legs, would be nothing.
But now.
From this "waste," she felt an unprecedented fear.
"San Fang, throw her out."
"Yes!"
Su Lan was shocked, her face full of fear as she stared at Fu Yanhe, her lips trembling fiercely, "Fu Yanhe, you dare! Are you not afraid of our family patriarch causing trouble for you?!"
Fu Yanhe's eyes were half-closed, his tone calm, "Throw her out."
