Fu Yuxiu ate this meal in fear. Every time Old Master Fu cast his eyes at him, he would feel as though he was being dismembered.
"Old Fu, why don't you eat some more?" Old Madam Fu looked at his half-eaten porridge and frowned.
Old Master Fu snorted. He wished he could kill this little scoundrel in front of him. How could he still be in the mood to eat?
"Third Son." Old Madam Fu threw the problem to Fu Chen. Old Master Fu was already old, so if he was both hungry and angry, his body wouldn't be able to take it.
Song Fengwan glanced at Fu Chen from the corner of her eye, looking forward to seeing how he would persuade Old Master Fu.
In the end, he just frowned. "Aren't you going to execute the family punishment later? If you don't eat, where will you get the energy to do it?"
Fu Yuxiu's hands trembled, and his chopsticks fell to the floor. "Third Uncle."
