"Rise, everyone."
Ling Feng touched his nosebridge, not intending to hold those guards accountable, but Jia Lang, the main culprit, was not to be let off easily.
Clearly, Jia Lang wanted him dead; merely letting his father slap him was not generous enough for Ling Feng.
"Thank you, High Envoy!" Commander Yang Zhen got up tremblingly, maintaining a bowed posture from beginning to end, showing utmost respect to Ling Feng.
"Thank you, sir. A man of your great heart surely wouldn't bother with mere children, right?" Jia Yan was quick-witted, immediately flattering Ling Feng with a smile that was neither too light nor too heavy.
"Failure to teach is the fault of the father. You indeed have no way of raising children!"
