Fu Chi, with his steady pace, walked straight to Fu Tingyuan's side and casually sat next to the old man. Lifting his eyelids, he looked at the father and daughter across from him.
"I happened to be free. I came back to check."
Fu Tingyuan let out a hearty laugh: "Are you alone?"
Fu Chi, gazing indifferently at the opposite side, spoke softly and coldly: "Ruanruan is sick. She's resting."
Fu Tingyuan nodded in understanding: "Then you should be there taking care of her, why are you back here in this terrible weather?"
"There are some matters that need to be handled."
Fu Chi slowly reclined, his legs crossed and his attitude relaxed. He raised his eyes to look at the people opposite: "I heard that Uncle's company achieved a new low this month. If this situation continues unchecked, wouldn't it not be able to operate within two months?"
