Zhao Song scolded Zhao Hu with a stern face, "Hurry up and get out!"
Zhao Hu snorted, "I also care about my elder brother. It's not like we're using your people..."
Even the usually calm and gentle Fu Tinghan couldn't help but get angry, "Seventh Ancestor," he said solemnly, "Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life. I heard that the Seventh Ancestor is a devout believer in the Buddhist Law, so you should be even more compassionate towards people. Our ancestors worked hard to abolish the custom of burying the living with the dead. There is no need to make life difficult for others, nor to trouble Grandpa Zhao, who loved his people as his own children all his life."
Hearing this, Zhao Hu was somewhat displeased and glanced at him, "Mr. Fu, this is a matter of the Zhao Family. Strictly speaking, you, being an outsider, shouldn't be here. However, since you are the future husband of Third Lady, exceptions were made, but aren't you meddling too much?"
