Fang Su stepped out of the car, an indescribable chill emanating from her demeanor.
"Xiao Fang, didn't we all agree at home to speak nicely to the child?"
It was Old Master Feng's voice; as soon as he got out of the car, he walked up to Fang Su, subtly furrowed his brow, and spoke up as a reminder.
"Brother Yan, you go in first."
Feng Yi, devoid of expression, gestured for Mo Yan to enter the courtyard, while he stood blocking the gate, watching Old Master Feng and another with a cold gaze, "What, have you come today to say something to me again?"
The words were directed at Old Master Feng.
"Today is the first day of the lunar year. Your mother and I have come; do you really intend to make us stand here and talk to you?"
Old Master Feng said calmly, "Why don't you come home with us? We can sit down in our own house and talk through all the grievances you've suffered over these years."
"I've said I have no home, and I've also said I have no relationship with you anymore."
