Domineering Uncle

It had snowed a few days ago, and the accumulated snow had already melted. The cold wind was bone-chilling.

When Fu Chen saw the message, the tip of his brush paused, and a blot of ink dripped onto the golden-gilded Xuan paper. He put down his brush and casually pulled the Xuan paper off the table. His movements weren't quiet.

"Third Uncle?" Huai Sheng, holding a pencil, looked at him suspiciously. "Who made you angry?" His expression got cold all of the sudden. It's scary.

"Nothing." Fu Chen crushed the Xuan paper bit by bit in his palm.

The alliance is canceled?

So that means that he and Aunt Yun have gotten together, and now he's kicking me away?

I've never seen a person kick someone to the curb when they've outlived their usefulness so quickly.

Yan Wangchuan, you're really great.

Right after that, he received another message.