Fan Zhengying glanced at Fan Zhiheng, took a sip of water, and asked, "Elder? Are you worthy of being my elder? We separated a long time ago, and you chose to abandon your children. What do you want to do by coming here now? Do you regret abandoning your son and daughter after you know they had a good life?"
Hearing what he said, Fan Zhiheng felt that Fan Zhengying threw his face to the ground and stepped on it ruthlessly. His face turned red with anger and he pointed at Fan Zhengying with a trembling finger.
"You– You..!"
Fan Zhengying didn't look at his angry face and said calmly: "You should leave before my second younger brother sees you."
After saying this, Fan Zhengying did not give Fan Zhiheng any chance to speak. He put down the cup and said, "Someone! Come and escort this person out!"
