Yichen was brimming with confidence now. He was still the one who called the shots in this household, and Fusheng was the most obedient of all.
"Pick someone else. Fusheng is not suitable." Gampel turned around, closed the door, and said to Faett, who was drinking tea.
"Fusheng is the most suitable one, and you know it in your heart." Faett raised his teacup, lifted an eyebrow, and glanced at Gampel. This was just him being reluctant to let go again.
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