The memory of two days ago resurfaced in Fu Jinglin’s mind—of his brother forcing him to apologize to Manyin. He hadn’t done a thing, but she had shed a few tears, and that was enough for his brother to declare him at fault. The bitter taste of that injustice felt unnervingly similar to today. Just then, Fu Jingting’s voice cut through his thoughts. “What are you just standing there for? Let’s go!