Fang Yuan's eyes lingered on Fang Chen for a long moment before he slowly shook his head.
"We'll talk about that matter another day," he said at last, voice calm but carrying weight. "You understand… it's important."
Fang Chen didn't reply. His face was shadowed with quiet sorrow, the kind that made words feel unnecessary.
Fang Yuan turned to Fang Mei. "How about this. Mei'er and Uncle Chen, you two will go and visit your birth mother."
Outwardly, his tone was decisive. Inwardly, however, his thoughts twisted into a knot.
Hah… what a dilemma. I was planning to send Mei'er to lead a group of family descendants to search for clues about Fang Tian.
"Go," Fang Yuan urged with a flick of his hand, shooing them toward the door.
The two hesitated only a moment before leaving, their figures disappearing down the hall.
Fang Yuan watched them go until they were out of sight. Then, with a long exhale, he slumped back into his chair.
Tilting his head back, he stared at the ceiling.
