In a lavish palace-designed mansion there sat people forming their own groups and circles, whispering and discussing their words and thoughts among themselves. Though it was already getting darker and darker outside, none cared for the time. Like to them, at the moment, more than their sleep, something that mattered was looking at the issue that has come to them.
At the front, aloof to everyone, there was Feng Yu Hao, sitting with his usual firm and serious expression. Though he was sitting amid everyone, still, none dared to go to him to talk. Maybe that was the power the patriarch of the family held, without any firm and confident evidence any complaint could simply not get presented to him.
"Where is Shufen? Why is he still not there?" Feng Yu Hao asked, tilting his head slightly to his assistant. His ears, almost getting tired hearing the continuous speculations from around.
