Fu Family mansion.
When Fu Chenyu returned, it was already past midnight. Yet, the living room was still brightly lit, and Fu Shiyan was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a world-famous novel.
He had intended to lower his presence and sneak upstairs, but the moment his left foot touched the stair, the man's stern voice rang out from behind him.
"Come here."
Fu Chenyu had no choice but to go over and sit on the couch opposite the man, "Younger Uncle."
Fu Shiyan, clad in a deep blue silk pajama set, looked dignified and profound. He closed the book and his gaze fell on Fu Chenyu, "Don't provoke An Yan."
"But she was originally engaged to me."
"Not anymore."
"If I want to continue, I can still switch out the person. Grandpa and Grandma had agreed to An Yan in the first place."
Fu Shiyan's sharp black eyes glared at him with a hint of severity and iciness, "I am telling you for the last time, stop provoking her."
