Fu Tingzhou suddenly clenched his fists tightly, his voice hoarse with suppressed pain, "I will not marry Su Mengshu, nor am I afraid of the Shu Family. Even if it means mutual destruction, I am willing. I do not wish to regret this after a decade or more."
Fu Yuanshan fell silent for a long while.
The hand holding the wooden whip slowly drooped down.
The wooden whip rolled onto the ground.
Fu Yuanshan took two steps back and walked out.
Uncle Lao was guarding the entrance of the ancestral hall and quickly supported Fu Yuanshan, "Sir, how are you... Why get angry with the third young master? The young master is still young... why necessarily use family discipline? I heard from the third master's assistant Xu Ze, that he had injured his back before, and this has aggravated it..."
Fu Yuanshan also felt some regret, Tingzhou's temperament was like his own...
Fu Yuanshan waved his hand, "Go contact Doctor Gao, have him take a look. Let him kneel here tonight to reflect."
