The soldiers clasped their fists and said, "Yes, Advisor Fan."
Fan Zhiheng saw the soldiers being polite to his son, and then remembered how rude they were to him. He couldn't help but flick his sleeves and said, "A bunch of useless things!"
Upon hearing his words, none of the soldiers had any reaction. As the members of the Night Army, they heard a lot of curse words, which meant nothing to them.
Fan Zhengyin glanced at his father and realized that the person who used to beat him before was actually just a weakling. He stared at the thin and dirty Fan Zhiheng in front of him for a long time, but he couldn't remember how he looked at his father in the past.
He also wondered why he never fought back when he was beaten before. Is it because he was still a child at that time? Is it because of his mother and younger sister? Or is he still longing for his father's love deep inside his heart and unwilling to accept the cruel reality?
