His voice didn't rise, but it was sharp, slicing through the air.
"You wouldn't come here just to 'talk.' Not after ignoring me for so long."
Old Master Fu hesitated, then gave a slow nod.
"I won't lie to you. Things haven't been easy at the company. Ever since you left, and… with Yu Sicong's behavior recently—"
Fu Jian blinked, confused. "What about Sicong?"
Old Master Fu's eyes flickered. He had said too much.
"Nothing," he said quickly, but then softened his voice again.
"The point is, the company needs you. We need your calm, your ability to handle people. Sicong always listened to you.
If you came back, things might ease up. You could help us rebuild what's been damaged."
Fu Jian stared at him in disbelief.
"So this is it. You're not here because you care. You're here because you think I'm a tool. Something to use to fix whatever's going wrong at Fu Corp."
"That's not fair, Jian'er," Old Master Fu said.
