Fu Yihan held the old man's hand for a moment, his eyes flashing with disappointment.
"Does Grandpa truly think I'm incapable?"
"...No." The old man sighed helplessly, "Yihan, you're still young. There's a lot you need to learn."
Fu Yihan remained silent, his head lowered as he stayed quiet for a long time.
The old man let out a faint sigh, patted him on the shoulder, and turned to return to his room.
The living room, which had been full of confrontation earlier, suddenly fell silent.
"Ah!"
Fu Yihan suddenly grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and slammed it forcefully onto the floor.
His eyes were bloodshot, with red veins visible amidst his rage.
Su Qingnuan slowly stepped back and exited the room.
At a time like this, it was better to stay out of trouble.
After wandering around the yard for a while, Su Qingnuan calculated that enough time had passed before heading back inside.
