Fu Yihan, as the only one to make an entrance in a wheelchair, naturally drew quite a bit of attention.
The iconic wheelchair and that strikingly handsome but steely face—who didn't know that this was the Eldest Young Master of the Fu family?
"Young Master Fu!"
A man in a meticulously tailored leather suit approached, exuding elite refinement.
The furrow in Fu Yihan's brow eased slightly. Though his expression remained cold, it was evident he wasn't entirely unhappy.
"I thought you wouldn't show up," the man said with a smile.
Fu Yihan's gaze drifted elsewhere as he replied indifferently, "The old man was on the verge of tears. How could I not come?"
The man chuckled lightly. "As expected, only the old man can hold sway over you in your family."
Fu Yihan curled his lips faintly and didn't deny it.
The man looked up and noticed Su Qingnuan, who had been standing silently by the side, and asked curiously, "Is this sister-in-law?"
