Wherever the gaze fell, four cars were parked outside the villa.
The car door opened, and Fan Weimin watched his son step out.
"Hmm?"
Fan Weimin's brow furrowed once again.
He felt that his son seemed somewhat different from usual.
"In this deep winter, why is this boy's clothes all sweaty?"
Although he was already in his forties, thanks to proper care, his eyesight was not bad, and he noticed at once that there was a large damp patch on Fan Chang's chest from sweat.
Moreover, it wasn't just his son; the youths who got out of the three cars behind also had traces of sweat on their clothes to varying degrees.
"What have these lads been up to today? Looking like a bunch of ghosts."
The reason he had not sent Fan Chang abroad was that he was worried his wife wouldn't discipline the boy properly and he wanted to take charge himself.
His son was someone who had to join the elite society of the capital in the future; his speech and manners had to be strictly overseen by him.
