Fu Jia quietly looked at him.
Fu Yun said, "Why aren't you speaking? Do you want these things or not?"
Fu Jia withdrew his gaze, "Of course I do."
Fu Yun was delighted, "Then go and pack your things, you'll leave with me tomorrow!"
Fu Jia glanced at him, but then lifted his robe and knelt down, kowtowing to him!
"What are you doing?!"
Fu Yun was suddenly shocked.
"Father," after kowtowing three times, Fu Jia did not rise but looked up from his kneeling position, "this is the last time I will pay my respects to you. Thank you, Father, for giving me flesh and blood. From today onward, I will only serve under my mother's care. For the sake of us once being father and son, please take care."
Fu Yun's heart cracked with grief, "What nonsense are you speaking? You are a descendant of the Fu Family!"
