Fu Chi didn't react.
Gradually pressing his lips into a thin line, his face betrayed no emotion, quiet and cool.
Fu Yuhua pondered on the retreating figure of Jiang Ruan.
Finally, her gaze rested on the man's face, even more delicate than a woman's.
"What brings you to a place like this?"
Fu Chi lowered his eyes, responding to her question with another, "Is there something you need?"
Fu Yuhua chuckled lightly, completely indifferent towards his aloof demeanor, "Try to find some time to come home, Grandpa misses you."
"Sorry, I'm pretty busy."
He nodding slightly, and not giving Fu Yuhua any time to respond, turned and was about to walk away.
Fu Yuhua narrowed her eyes, calling out to his retreating figure, "There are some things, you can't escape from in this life."
Fu Chi didn't break his stride at all.
He didn't take her words to heart.
Watching the man's decisive figure receding into the distance, the shadow in Fu Yuhua's eyes grew darker and ruthlessly entrenched...