Fu Pei took the broom. He tightened his wrist and swung the broom at Qin Yu.
Qin Yu could not help but groan. Fresh blood flowed down his face, adding a hint of killing intent to his cold face.
Qin Yu seemed to have been completely awakened. He slowly raised his head and stared at Fu Pei with bloodshot eyes. He did not move.
According to Qin Yu's temper, he would not allow anyone to touch a single strand of his hair. However, he just quietly endured Fu Pei's anger.
Fu Pei was angry when he saw Qin Yu's face, but he thought that Qin Yu was Fu Ting's uncle by blood. If he really killed Qin Yu, Fu Ting would be implicated, so there was no need to do so.
"You bastard, you deserve to die without descendants."Fu Pei sneered and threw a murderous sentence at him, then turned around and left.
Qin Yu's eyes darkened. His originally straight back collapsed again, looking miserable.