At Feng family mansion,
Feng Yu Hao was sitting with ease and reading the magazine. In front of him there was Zhang Jian Guo but his presence wasn't making any change to the old man's eased composure. He was just sitting there pretending as if the presence of the other man was irrelevant to him.
"Yu Hao, you are sitting here like this. Do you really not sense the tension I am suffering here from?" Not able to take his nonchalance anymore, Zhang Jian Guo asked.
Feng Yu Hao looked up at him as he shook his head to say, "Even if I could sense it, there is nothing I could do to help you, Jian Guo. What I can do, I have already done. I called Shufen earlier and he said he would be coming soon. For the rest, you have to talk to him. Because truly, I don't have any idea what is happening around."
