"Hua Qing."
Feng Huaqing heard his father calling him, walked quickly to him, bowed respectfully, and called out with a smile, "Father."
Feng Huaqing immediately looked around, and finally set his gaze on Feng Tiancheng again, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"Where's Ayan?"
Feng Tiancheng smiled calmly and said, "He returned home earlier than you. I have already sent someone to call him."
"That's good." Feng Huaqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Tiancheng took Feng Huaqing to speak some polite and courteous words to people from various forces.
About half a minute later, the guests seemed to notice something and they all looked in a certain direction.
I saw a young man with a high ponytail and wearing a red brocade robe embroidered with phoenix patterns walking slowly towards me. His facial features were rather feminine, but extremely handsome. His pair of phoenix eyes were so cold that people dared not look him in the eye.
The loose hair on his forehead covered the right side of his forehead, giving him a gloomy feeling.
Many people present were stunned.
Until he walked in front of Feng Tiancheng, the leader of the Phoenix Clan, and called out with a smile, "Father."
His voice was bright, mixed with some indescribable emotions.
Everyone then realized that this young man was the protagonist of today's banquet - the second young master of the Phoenix clan, Feng Huayan.
Many people were surprised because they had seen Feng Huayan before and had dealt with him to some extent.
But in their impression, Feng Huayan is a timid person.
Feng Huayan now seems like a different person.
Feng Huaqing used to be the center of attention, but now Feng Huayan can grab a lot of people's attention whenever he appears.
Feng Tiancheng looked at the young man in red not far away, his heart moved slightly. Before he could speak...
Feng Huaqing showed surprise on his face, and quickly came to Feng Huayan and hugged him.
"Ayan!"
Feng Huayan's body stiffened, and his hand twitched slightly under his robe, as if he was trying hard to push Feng Huaqing away. His expression also became a little stiff.
At this time, Feng Huaqing had already let go of Feng Huayan. He raised his hand and patted Feng Huayan's shoulder, saying with emotion: "Ayan has grown up."
Feng Huayan smiled at him, "Yes."
Feng Huaqing was stunned when he heard this, and felt a little awkward in his heart.
Suddenly, Feng Tiancheng's voice interrupted Feng Huaqing's thoughts.
"Ayan, come here."
Feng Huayan slowly raised his head and stared at his father.
His eyebrows curved slightly, and he responded obediently, "Okay."
Feng Tiancheng stared at his youngest son in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.
He noticed the changes in Feng Huayan, not only the maturity in his appearance, but also the subtle hatred in his eyes, which made Feng Tiancheng's heart tighten.
His thoughts gradually drifted back to three years ago. Feng Tiancheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he recalled that incident.
The situation at the time forced him to make a difficult decision - to 'exile' Feng Huayan for three years.
Although this was the best choice at the time, Feng Tiancheng knew clearly what this decision meant to Feng Huayan.
Feng Tiancheng took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and then went up to the platform with Feng Huayan.
Standing on the high platform, Feng Tiancheng looked down at the people below with a smile on his face.
"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to attend my son's birthday banquet," Feng Tiancheng said loudly. "My son has been away from home for three years, and I'm sure many of you are unfamiliar with him. Therefore, I would like to take this opportunity to reintroduce my son to you all."
He paused, his gaze falling on Feng Huayan, and continued, "My name is Feng Huayan, I'm seventeen years old, and I'm the second young master of the Feng clan."
As soon as these words were spoken, many people below applauded.
Feng Huayan was on the high platform, looking at the familiar Feng Mansion. The experiences of the past three years emerged in his mind. Everything made him want to vomit.
He had a smile on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.
He came back just to...
Suddenly, he saw eight people standing beside the golden pillar in the distance.
The eight people seemed to notice his gaze and avoided his sight.
Feng Huayan's expression changed instantly.
These bitches are actually here?!
Don’t think he can’t recognize you just because you’re wearing a mask like this?!
You dare to deliver it to my door?!
When the people in the audience saw Feng Huayan's face darken, they looked at each other and started talking in low voices.
Upon seeing this, Feng Tiancheng immediately turned his head to look at Feng Huayan.
"Ayan, Ayan?"
After calling out twice, Feng Huayan finally came back to his senses.
He saw the strange looks from the people below and suddenly sneered. Then he said directly, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
After saying that, he walked down the platform with a swagger.
Feng Tiancheng was stunned, and then his chest heaved with anger.
It’s really... it’s like a hopeless case!
But he did not lose his composure because of this. He immediately spoke to ease the atmosphere.
Feng Huaqing, who saw Feng Huayan coming down from the platform, immediately went up to him and asked worriedly, "Are your injuries serious?"
In fact, he could smell a faint smell of blood emanating from him.
Feng Huayan looked at him coldly.
He leaned close to his ear calmly and spoke in a low voice.
"Why are you pretending to be a good person?"
These words made Feng Huaqing suddenly stunned. He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
Feng Huaqing took a deep breath and asked slowly, "Ayan, why are you speaking ill of me? You weren't like this before."
Feng Huayan laughed sarcastically.
"My former self..."
Already dead.
Feng Huayan didn't say anything else. He just curled the corners of his lips in a sarcastic manner, then walked around him and left.
The butler beside him hurriedly caught up with Feng Huayan.
Feng Huayan looked straight ahead and asked in a deep voice, "Who are those eight bitches?"
The butler was stunned. He followed his gaze and saw eight young men wearing masks on the golden corridor.
He quickly replied, "They are from the Black Alliance."
As if he had thought of something, the butler asked cautiously, "Does the Second Young Master know them?"
Feng Huayan said with a half-smile, "Isn't there a dinner party tonight? Arrange their seats next to me."
"Second Young Master, this... this is against the rules." The butler said hesitantly.
Feng Huayan paused slightly, turned his head and stared at the butler expressionlessly, which was extremely oppressive.
"Is it against the rules?"
The butler's back stiffened slightly, then he lowered his head and said, "If these people are your friends, Second Young Master, then... it is in accordance with the rules."
Feng Huayan raised an eyebrow, "Heng Bo, you are really smart. Just say so to the public, even though these bitches don't deserve it."
He kept calling her a bitch, which made the housekeeper tremble with fear.
In the past, the Second Young Master would never say such dirty words, nor would he curse loudly, nor would he do anything that would embarrass others...
Can a person's temperament change so drastically in just three years?
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