In the study.
Neither is in a rush to make a move.
"Have you made up your mind about Ziheng?" Feng Xuanhua asked gravely, finally placing a white piece on the board.
"Mm."
Feng Xuanming responded, his face stern.
"You should respect his choice," Feng Xuanhua's voice deepened.
"You've brainwashed him, how could I not know what he'd choose?!" Feng Xuanming frowned, speaking irritably, "Keep him there any longer, and who knows how many years he'll have left!"
"It was an accident," Feng Xuanhua's complexion changed, not bothering to argue about the alleged brainwashing.
"Accident," Feng Xuanming snorted coldly, "a company's accident might just cost money, but with you, an accident could cost someone their life!"
"Feng Xuanming, you need to think about this correctly," Feng Xuanhua said seriously, "from the moment he chose this path, accidents were inevitable!"
"As if he's not your son!" Feng Xuanming slammed his hand on the table.