Fu Sixing couldn’t see it and said, “Little listening, don’t pick it up. He doesn’t know good or bad, so let him die.”
Anyway, the man in the Fu family has thick skin and thick flesh, so he should grind Fu Qingji’s temper.
Fiona raised his head to look at Fu Qingji, his voice soft, “I know you don’t like me and Dad, but the leg is ill, and it hurts yourself. You don’t need to have trouble with yourself because of resentment.”
Fu Qingji lowered his eyes to adjust his cuffs, the eyes under his eyelashes trembling lightly, ignoring her.
Fiona said softly, “Only you can use this medicine. If you lose it, it will have no effect on any of us, but you are the one who tortured. Is it worth it?”
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