When Feng Yue returned, Feng Ming and Jiang Wang had already consumed quite a bit, the atmosphere was lively, and they were enjoying their conversation.
Of course, in just a short while, it was impossible for Feng Ming to truly confide in Jiang Wang, it was nothing more than superficial pleasantries, and there seemed to be an underlying motive of drowning one's sorrows in alcohol.
"Brother Yu, let me tell you. All these damn dukes..." Feng Ming, with his arm around Jiang Wang's shoulder, occasionally let slip some inner thoughts.
"Cough!" Feng Yue coughed once, putting a stop to his outburst.
Feng Ming clearly was very obedient under his father's control, immediately withdrawing his arm and sitting up straight; perhaps to avoid embarrassment, he introduced to his father, "This is Brother Yu Songhai, a new friend I've just made."
Feng Yue nodded, which sufficed as a perfunctory acknowledgment.
"Let's go," he said. "Follow me inside."
