Afterward, the family heads left. Zhao Fu also gave up thinking about it; he simply could not come up with any solution and could only wait to see whether any opportunities arose in the future.
He asked his bodyguards to bring back a meal. Zhao Fu was just about to fill his stomach before entering Apocalypse World again.
However, a call came in. It was from his maternal grandfather. Zhao Fu hesitated slightly. Ever since the previous gathering, he had rarely kept in touch with them.
He did not have a particularly good or bad impression of his cousin brothers. As for his uncle and aunt, he felt some dislike toward them. The only ones from whom he felt even a trace of familial affection were his grandfather and grandmother. If not for them, Zhao Fu would never have associated with that family.
Though Zhao Fu could understand what they had done, that did not mean he could completely let it go.
Ever since Zhao Fu's status had risen to acting family head, their treatment as his relatives had naturally skyrocketed. They enjoyed the same benefits as direct descendants—not only had they moved into an independent villa, but they also had vast sums of money to squander.
Moreover, because of Zhao Fu, many people tried to curry favor with them, gifting them all kinds of lavish luxuries. Their current lives were more than a hundred times better than before.
Zhao Fu had not cared about any of this. Out of consideration for his grandfather, he simply had not held it against them.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Fu still answered the call. After all, they were among the few relatives he had left in this world. "Grandpa! What is it?"
His grandfather laughed happily from the other end. "Fu'er!