Feng Yi's expression was indifferent, "Oh."
Feng Chi continued with excitement, "Serves him right! He tanked your studio, and now it's his turn! Old Man Feng hasn't made a move, not sure if he got too angry during the ancestral rituals, he's even taking medicine lately. This matter is all being handled by our uncle... Hey, did you know?"
Feng Yi: "I knew."
Feng Chi: "No wonder you're so calm. Alright then, you're more clued in than I am."
During the conversation, Feng Chi observed Feng Yi's expression, probing, "Brother, what have you been up to these days? There's been no news from you, are you about to go on a mission?"
Feng Yi kept a straight face, "Didn't go out, I'm at home writing the mid-year summary report, my brain cells are about to be depleted!"
One could tell how troubled he was just from his tone of voice.
Feng Chi: "Writing a report at home, huh? Then what happened to Feng Shuo must have nothing to do with you. I thought that..."
