章 268: Third World: Martyr and Sacrifice

Jolie, "...."

God knows how badly it wanted to lift a middle finger at Wen Qinxi but it couldn't.

When Wen Qinxi entered the room, Feng Yu was feeding his goldfish that was happily swimming in the fish tank. When his son entered the room, Feng Yu already knew who it was so he didn't turn around but broke the ice instead. "You love him that much?" was the question this father asked his estranged son.

Wen Qinxi didn't respond immediately and ambled over to the liquor decanter. He deliberately opened a 60-year-old bottle of whiskey in the display case to Feng Yu's horror. "You!..." said the speechless man with purple veins protruding on the side of his neck in anger. That was a rare find and this kid just opened it like it was nothing. "Hahaha..... I see what you trying to do..... you are trying to anger me to death," said Feng Yu in nervous laughter.