His footsteps paused slightly before he turned and headed to the living room, taking out his mobile phone from his suit jacket. As he saw the caller ID, deep currents stirred within his inscrutable black eyes.
He slid his finger across the screen to answer the call.
Yet before Fu Qiyuan could speak, an anxious voice from the other side burst forth,
"Ao ao ao... Brother, brother, are you keeping something from me?"
Fu Qiyuan methodically adjusted his cuffs, rolling down the sleeves he had pushed up while cooking.
"Hmm, which matter are you referring to?"
Fu Qixiu, struck by realization: "..."
There was a long silence on the other end before a melancholic voice said,
"Bro, am I no longer your most beloved little brother? Are you actually keeping secrets from me? You actually have your own little secret."
Fu Qiyuan continued the call as he walked upstairs, his tone indifferent.
"If you come back to take over Fu's, you're still my dearest brother."