Ye Feng couldn't help but feel both amused and annoyed. After all, as the reigning overlord of the Northern Border, even the nobles and magnates in the imperial city would be polite and eager to visit him, yet these families in Jiangdu dared to turn him away.
He didn't retaliate because he didn't deign to do so, just as Hong Zhenguo had previously said—people like Hong Tianming were simply too hopeless to be helped.
"By the way, where's Grandpa? Why haven't I seen him?" Hong Qingyan suddenly spoke up, sensing that something was amiss.
Given the uproar, it was impossible for Grandpa not to hear, nor was it conceivable that he would not show up and allow people like Hong Yuting to do as they pleased.
Zhang Yuman sneered, "You're talking about that old guy? He's sick, and it's serious."
"Grandpa is sick? That's impossible. He has always been healthy, and he was fine just yesterday. How could he suddenly fall ill?"
