That day, in the courtyard of the Song Family villa.
A black sports car pulled up in the parking lot, and a man got out. He was no more than twenty, his face carried a hint of arrogance. Who else could it be but Song Feng?
No sooner had he gotten out of the car than people from the Song Family hurried over, fawning over him.
"Hey, isn't this young master Song? You've come too."
"Heard that the old man has called us all here today. What's going on?"
"Could it be something good? The old man has never shown up so much before, and now he's taking the initiative."
Inside the courtyard, the number of Song Family members had increased, mainly collateral relatives, but each held important positions within the clan and were influential figures in the provincial city.
Yet, in the presence of Mr. Song, they could only bow their heads, fearful of offending him.
