Tang Fei remained silent.
He couldn't answer that question.
He had gone to meet the old man but hadn't seen him.
There had been no recent news from New Star; whether the old man was alive or dead was also unknown to him.
He had his own worries and fears.
To a degree greater than Little Fatty's, no less severe.
No one knew what the old man meant to him, even he himself hadn't fully understood it before.
Now he understood, but he didn't know how to express it, or to whom.
"Brother..."
Seeing Tang Fei silent, Little Fatty grew even more anxious.
The unclear answer in his mind was becoming clear and resolute.
This was what he feared most.
"Dad won't be in trouble, right? You said he just went to negotiate with the Shen Family... They wouldn't kill him, would they?"
Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and answered truthfully, "I don't know how Dad is now, whether he's alright... But as long as there's a glimmer of chance, I will bring him back."
"Brother, could Dad possibly..."
