Upon hearing Fu Yuheng's words, Wei Linchen's smile faded from his face.
His demeanor instantly turned solemn, regaining the scholarly elegance he used to exhibit at school when facing his students.
With his eyes downcast and a serene expression on his chiseled face, Wei Linchen's tone held an indescribable hint of sarcasm, "Brother, I've been away from home for over ten years."
During those years, he had never felt the concern from his father and older brother, only endless criticism and dissatisfaction.
Fu Yuheng did not show any surprise, as if he had long known about his family's attitude, and gently smiled, "I know."
Although he was in the Witch Clan, he still knew somewhat about his family's situation.
He was aware that his little brother had run away from home for many years, understood the difficult positions of his father and older brother, and knew that the family rift was caused by the manipulations of the Witch Clan.
