The father and son embraced for a moment, and Anfeng seemed to feel a bit embarrassed, struggling to break free from his father's embrace. He lifted his sleeve to hastily wipe away the tear streaks on his face, then muttered something indistinct. The simple and naïve man gazed at Wang Anfeng's face, and gratitude seemed to slowly emerge.
He opened his mouth and uttered some unintelligible sounds, while Anfeng stood beside him, clutching the hem of his father's clothes and whispered,
"He said… thank you."
Wang Anfeng momentarily stilled, then smiled at the man, saying,
"No need for thanks, uncle."
"I..."
Before he could finish, his expression subtly shifted.
A faint murderous intent began to manifest in the vicinity, slowly approaching as if it didn't want to be detected.
It's directed at me.
