Tang Zhengfeng suddenly proclaimed, startling everyone, "Your father has been here!"
"What, he's been here? Where is he now?"
Su Sheng abruptly stood up. He had always wanted to have a clear conversation with his old man. After all, the man was already in his sixties—still strong in battle, no doubt, but it hardly seemed necessary for him to be running around outside.
Now that he was back, shouldn't he be given the chance to fulfill filial duties?
While the old man was still relatively lucid, it would be good to sort out the family inheritance and such, so he could have peace of mind and figure out if he could be considered a second-generation rich.
"He's already left, didn't even finish a game of chess." Tang Zhengfeng originally thought about keeping it a secret, but in the end, he chose to tell the truth. Su Sheng, as his son, had the right to know.
"Gone? Has he gone senile, tricking me into coming back for a wedding, then skipping out on his own?"
