After a long while, his voice slowly rose.
Clearly, it was an extremely gentle voice, yet in the spacious study, it inexplicably stirred a cold sense of fear deep within one's heart, making one's skin crawl.
"Yes." The assistant shuddered all over and cautiously spoke.
The man's thin lips curved slightly, a faint trace of laughter escaping from his throat.
"You came back just in time."
"Fourth Master, should we..."
Fu Jinhan cast a casual glance, his indifferent gaze abruptly stopping the assistant's words.
His voice was cold, "If you don't want to die, put away your little thoughts."
Hearing this, the assistant's face turned pale, suddenly recalling those deep, fearsome secrets of the Fu family that were veiled in obscurity.
The eldest son of the Fu family, Fu Beichen, was calm and gentle, like a clear breeze and bright moon, with a distinguished bearing, every move showcasing the elegance of a genteel gentleman.
