Wei Hanshan left contently.
Upon returning to his own estate and seeing his son all lost and terrified because Yun Xinying left without notice, he was overcome with anger in an instant.
People always say a tiger never fathers a coward, yet how did he bear a spineless, worthlessness son?
Just look at Young Hero Lin, both of them being seventeen-year-old boys, but why is the difference between them so significant?
It's like one in the heavens, one on the earth, too disparate to even be compared.
"Ah Chen, lock him in the basement. As long as Young Hero Lin stays in the provincial city, don't let him out."
Wei Hanshan coldly transferred his frustration from the Octagon Martial Arts School onto his decent-looking son, Wei Bowen.
He was a prominent merchant, someone who could shake the provincial city just by stomping his foot, yet he had to play the fool and smile before the young ones. This was truly distressing, truly humiliating.
