Fu Yang's voice was very low, but in the quietness of the car, it still clearly reached Fu Siyu's ears.
His eyes flickered slightly as he instinctively looked towards Fu Yang.
Fu Yang had his eyes closed, his back facing Fu Siyu. He was growing rapidly, and recently he seemed to have gotten taller. The sofa could barely contain his legs anymore.
Fu Siyu wanted to say something to Fu Yang, but at that moment, Fu Yang had put on his headphones, clearly resisting communication, leaving the car engulfed in silence.
Soon enough, the car returned to the Estate.
Originally immersed in music, Fu Yang now moved faster than anyone; as soon as the car stopped, he had already walked far away.
The driver cautiously glanced at Fu Siyu, seeing his gloomy expression, and quietly stepped back.
It seemed that even a powerful boss like him could be rendered helpless by his own son.
