Master Fu showed no surprise upon seeing her, just scrutinized her from top to bottom, his aged, profound eyes as calm as a still lake.
The housekeeper Zhao behind him hurried to step forward and said, "The young master is in the study, I'll go…"
Master Fu waved his hand, and housekeeper Zhao immediately fell silent, his expression freezing momentarily before he cast a worried glance at Su Lingzhi.
"Should I say you're being ungrateful, or that you're indulging Yinli's downfall?"
The old man's voice was steady, understated yet carrying an invisible pressure that rippled through the room.
Everyone in the room felt compelled to submit to his authority.
In the suffocating silence, Su Lingzhi steadied herself, calmly walked over, and called out, "Grandpa Fu."
