"Not seeing from where I'm upset?" Fu Yan raised his eyebrow, his expression still carrying that frivolous undertone.
Sheng Congzhi responded, "Otherwise?"
Not upset, yet spending several hours every day in the study until late at night before coming to sleep, sometimes not returning at all.
Not upset, yet smiling cheerfully every day, more excessively than before.
Not upset, yet going nowhere every day, not even contacting anyone...
At last, Fu Yan spoke up, "It's not that I'm upset, it's just..."
He chose his words carefully, "I was a bit surprised that he left a portion of the inheritance to my mother."
Sheng Congzhi countered, "Isn't that as it should be?"
After all, the two had once been close, and Mr. Fu truly cherished this youngest son, wanting to compensate him; thus, he fairly distributed the property to him and his mother.
