Mr. Xiang's face darkened instantly. Of course, he could tell the other party was speaking sarcastically.
Even if your son escaped this time, could he escape the next? Even if he fled to Mairui Country... would he be safe there?
So he had no choice but to reconsider whether his plan to requisition Luohua Manor's land had been somewhat poorly thought out.
But this was the only major move he could make in the near future, and he did not want to give it up so easily...
Fine. What he needed to discuss first was still his son. He took a deep breath. "Boss Feng, are you saying my son may continue to run into trouble?"
"That's hard to say," Feng Jun replied with a beaming smile. "My son keeps running into trouble, and your son might keep running into trouble too. The two of us really are... ah, fellow sufferers."
Mr. Xiang had been in a position of authority for too long. In the end, he could not stand a young man speaking so flippantly and sarcastically in front of him. He snorted coldly. "What my son encountered was not an illness. It was man-made calamity!"
"Heh." Feng Jun sneered. "Man-made calamity... your son encountered one, so what did my son encounter? A natural disaster?"
Mr. Xiang acted as though he had not heard the jab. He spoke solemnly. "Let me correct you on one point. Luohua Manor is merely your enterprise, not your real son... personification does not make it a living thing. People should hold life in reverence."
"Then I have a question for you too," Feng Jun said with a cold laugh. "If you could only choose one between your career and your son... which would you choose?"
Mr. Xiang fell silent. He wanted to say