Inside the second-floor reception room.
The atmosphere was tense.
In Old Man Feng's original plan, he intended to ignore Feng Yi's face, remain as calm as possible, and coax the secret out of him. If coaxing failed, he would resort to bribery, offering an exchange of benefits.
Having lived to his current age, he had achieved both fame and fortune, his descendants filled his halls. Nothing else mattered to him, except for the secret he had been unable to unearth for decades.
However, the young rascal Feng Yi was proving to be unyielding!
Knowing that family sentiment was off the table and that certain events were undeniable, Old Man Feng looked resigned:
"Since your grandaunt chose you to be the heir of that branch, the room reserved for you in this house also belongs to you. Whenever you want to come, you can..."
