Chapter 910 Her Fans Lack Tolerance

• Fu Tingshen leaned back in his chair, the afternoon sun streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden halo over his stern face, the edges still sharp.
• He slowly opened his eyes, a cold sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily, having just had a very vivid dream.
• In the dream, when he was a child, Fu Siwei would wait for him on the small stone stool in front of the house every day after school. His eyes would always be fixed on the road he took home, and when he saw him, he would run over, calling out "brother" repeatedly.