"Dad, your tea."
At the old Fu residence, Fu Xiaoyuan still wore a respectful expression.
In Mr. Fu's eyes, his efforts to please him were nothing more than a tactic to regain his position in the company.
But only Fu Xiaoyuan knew the truth about the cup of tea he held.
Don't blame me, Dad.
You were the one who pushed me too far!
Since returning to the Fu family, he had worked like a dog, three or four years of loyalty, respect, and tireless effort.
And in the end? Nothing. Not even a scrap of dignity.
Now, he had to rely on Fu Xiaotian just to survive?
That wasn't living.
If Mr. Fu could be so heartless, then he had no reason to be kind either.
Once Mr. Fu was gone, Fu Xiaoyuan could at least claim a legal portion of the inheritance, he wouldn't let it all fall into Fu Xiaotian's hands.
On the island.
