Favoritism

Fu Mingxu tightened his grip on the chopsticks in his hand, and his lowered eyes hid the haze in his eyes.

Fu Hongyi was also angry, so he interjected, "Dad, if the position of general manager is given to him, it's better to give it to Mingxu."

Pa--

Old Master Fu threw his chopsticks down. "Your heart aches for Mingxu, but isn't Hanchuan your son? Fu Hongyi, don't favor one over the other."

Fu Hanchuan watched this scene coldly.

He was just returning from a family gathering. He wouldn't normally set foot in the Fu family home.

"I won't go over."

Fu Hanchuan gave Grandfather Fu an answer, but Grandfather Fu still didn't give up. Now it seemed that only Fu Hanchuan could help the company, and he didn't want to give up.

"Hanchuan, if you're willing to come over, I'll agree to whatever conditions you want."

Fu Hanchuan's lips curled up slightly. "The shares in the hands of everyone in the Fu family."

Old Master Fu choked.