On Saturday night, the lobby of Xinghu Hotel was dazzlingly decorated.
The guests arrived as promised, and the elegant sound of violin slowly played in the lobby.
Feng Jiuzun attended the banquet in a well-tailored suit today, and since he hadn't shown up for years, people were surprised to see him and came over to exchange pleasantries.
Struggling to get rid of these chatterboxes, Feng Jiuzun returned to Feng Huai with a glass of wine.
"Uncle, I haven't been back these years, why do these people seem more talkative?"
"I didn't ask you to come. It's you who insisted on coming," Feng Huai glared at him.
Came of his own accord, and once here, he still had so much to say.
"I'm doing this for your good, Uncle. If I don't show up for long, others might think our Feng Family has no one," Feng Jiuzun chuckled.
Feng Huai snorted coldly, "Don't worry, I can live for decades more. Our Feng Family isn't going to fall apart any time soon."
