When Feng Guangzhi mentioned his eldest grandson, who was struggling with emotional intelligence, he clicked his tongue.

She rubbed her hair in frustration and complained, "Neither of them is easy to deal with. I wonder when I'll be able to hold my great-grandchild."

"Want to hold your great-grandchild?" Gong Ye laughed and said, "Relying on that kid Feng Bai, it's probably impossible for you to do so in this lifetime. You might as well die sooner and be reincarnated to be your own great-grandchild."

Feng Guang: ? ? ?

Enraged, he jumped up, grabbed the documents from the table, and hurled them at his son, yelling, "You bastard, you unfilial son! How could you have done this back then..."

"Why didn't you let me die at the hands of those people back then? You're disappointed."

Hearing the regret in Miyano's tone, Feng Guang's face turned pale. He shouldn't have been so angry that he spoke recklessly. "No, it's not Miyano. You know that Dad never meant that."

The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive. Feng Guang gritted his teeth, reached over the table, grabbed his son's hand, and said, "You can continue braiding my hair!"

Miyano dodged his touch, slowly sat up straight, and raised his head, revealing his extremely handsome face hidden by his wispy hair. He seemed to have lost interest.

His voice was indifferent: "Speak, you'd better have something important to say that you called me all the way back from the capital."

Feng Guang knew his son was unhappy again. He owed him a debt and didn't want to provoke him, so he reached out, opened the locked drawer, and took out a confidential document.

"Look, not long ago there was a heavy rain, and a big guy that ran out of the river somehow went downstream to Ping'an County."

The old turtle is still trapped near the riverbank, and it has smashed a large crack in the dam.

Aside from the fact that my son and I haven't seen you for almost a year and we miss you, we also called you back to handle this official business.