Yan Yiheng was the first to step forward, kicking the burly man in front of him to the ground.
"Third Brother, how are you?" he asked, frowning as he looked at the pale-faced man, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
Lu Qingxue slowly wheeled forward, looking at Fu Qingrou and said, "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you, the matter from back then has nothing to do with Brother."
At this moment, Fu Qingrou's eyes also reddened as she looked away from Fu Nancheng, who was kneeling on the ground, saying nothing.
Lu Qingxue's expression was calm as she looked at her mother, a trace of pain passing through her eyes.
A few seconds later, she slowly spoke, "Don't use my name to trouble Brother anymore. The legs are mine; I don't need anyone to pay for what happened back then. If you insist, just assume you don't have this daughter."
"You!" Fu Qingxue was fuming, turning her head to glare at her daughter, disbelief in her eyes.
