The two men looked at Fu Shiyan in horror.
"Embezzling public funds, cutting corners on government projects, hit-and-run while driving drunk, any one of these charges, if disclosed, would have severe consequences," Fu Shiyan crossed his hands on his lap and smiled slightly. "Do I need to say more?"
Fu Song and Fu Lin nearly fainted, their blood pressure skyrocketed, their minds went blank—what else could they say?
"Since my uncles have nothing else to say, I'll take my leave first."
Fu Shiyan stood up and walked towards the exit.
"You..."
"Fu Shiyan, you stop right there! You, you're trying to drive us to our deaths! You hate us, hate us for moving to H City, for betraying your branch of the family! You blame us for the death of your parents! So now, you want to leave us to die! Fu Shiyan, you're too cruel!"
Fu Shiyan paused, turned his head to look at them, "I have never thought that way. Could it be that Uncle Four and Uncle Five have a guilty conscience and think so?"