Seeing Ma Chao being dug out of the ground, Ma Teng's face twisted. The blood-covered, limp, filthy, unconscious man was his own son?
Was this still the Gleaming Horse Ma Chao?
Although Ma Teng cursed Ma Chao for being brainless all day long, he was still secretly delighted to have such a mighty and handsome son... Of course, that was only as long as it did not affect the family's succession.
Ma Teng looked at his son, then turned to look at Wang Xuan, then back at his son, and then at Wang Xuan again. There was something he wanted to say, but he did not know whether he should!
Wang Xuan clearly had no intention of letting Ma Teng say it. Instead, he warmly patted Ma Teng on the shoulder and said, "Shoucheng, Zhou Shuren once said: 'It is best to compare success to flint—the harder it is struck, the brighter the sparks it emits.'"
As he spoke, Wang Xuan pointed at Ma Chao and continued, "Just like him. He's young, hot-blooded, reckless, and proud. He can't shoulder the Ma family's burden in his current state. But what will happen after you're gone? He's your legitimate eldest son. Are you really at ease leaving Ma Chao like this?"
"Are you sure he won't slowly take another path without anyone holding him back, and drag the Ma family into a pit?"
Ma Teng's face was full of conflict. That was exactly what he feared. He sighed helplessly. In the end, Wang Xuan had convinced him. Thinking about it from another angle, how many people in this world could receive Wang Xuan's personal guidance?
If the other families learned of this treatment Ma Chao was receiving, would they be so jealous they went mad?
Yes, looking at it from this angle,