Chapter: 1337

Fu Yingying is still struggling to clear her name.

But Fu Yechuan didn't believe a single word. How did my sister, who was full of lies, grow up so big?

Mr. Fu couldn't bear to see it, so he said coldly

"What do you want to do? She is your sister. Her original intention is not wrong. It's just a public opinion accident. Do you want to drive away all the people in the Fu family because of Su Nan?"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the study was condensed and stiff.

Mr. Fu snorted coldly, "You might as well change your surname to Su. Let's see if people from the Su family will pay more attention to you after you leave the Fu family!"

Now that things have happened, Mr. Fu is unwilling to save any face for this grandson who was single-handedly promoted.

He's about to pull himself off the horse, who wants to give him any face?

He already had his own plan in mind.

Since you are disobedient, then change to another heir...

Fu Yechuan's dark eyes swept towards the angry old man Fu.

With a deep and dignified voice, "If the old man doesn't mind me changing the Fu family's surname to Su, then I don't mind either."

In an instant, Mr. Fu's face became extremely ugly.

"You still want to send the entire Fu family away. I was so blind that I chose you in the first place!"

He stood up tremblingly, swayed, and threw the crutch next to him heavily.

Mr. Fu was furious, wishing to smash this unworthy descendant to death, and his subordinates didn't spare any effort.

Fu Yechuan didn't move at all, his eyes were dim, as if he couldn't see the bottom of it.

"boom--"

The crutch hit his forehead straight, and then fell to the ground.

He could have avoided it, but he didn't.

The blood on the forehead flowed down, and it was shocking to watch.

Fu Yingying took a deep breath and was so frightened that she didn't move.

Fu Yechuan was shrouded in a dense haze, so cold that people dared not approach him.

For a moment, even the sound of breathing in the room became stagnant.

Mr. Fu froze for a moment, his cloudy eyes narrowed, and his face was tense and ugly.

He was out of his control, but he understood how persistent Fu Yechuan was to what he couldn't get.

But he didn't dodge it, probably because he already knew he was wrong.

In the next second, Fu Yechuan looked sideways, glanced at Old Master Fu with dark and deep eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled into an evil arc.

"Old man, can this blow put out the fire?"

Mr. Fu's heart sank for a moment, and before he could speak, Fu Yechuan spoke again