In an underground parking garage beneath a luxury residential complex in central Capital.
Brother Huang and Ren Ye walked side by side, gazing at the various luxury minivans, luxury cars, and supercars parked around them, filled with mixed feelings.
This was the parking garage beneath Tang Feng's home. Apparently, quite a few celebrities, influencers, and entertainment industry bosses whose faces appeared in magazines lived here.
The complex had tight security and excellent privacy. No one could get in without an appointment.
Old Yang had cashed in a lifetime's worth of accumulated luck at the Temple District Star Gate, yet he still couldn't afford to live in a place like this. With less than ten million in savings, he had shouted excitedly that he had finally managed to Defy Heaven and Change Fate.
Yet Tang Feng seemed to have had all this from birth.
Apparently, this was the luxury home his father had been "forced" to live in after repeated investment failures over the past few years had led the family to downgrade their spending.
Fucking hell. Just listen to how infuriating that "apparently" was.
Grinding their molars almost to pieces with envy, the two followed the Capital's New Year's Watchers into a private elevator and arrived outside Tang Feng's home.
Tang Feng lived in a sprawling apartment that occupied the entire floor.
The moment they came up in the elevator, they heard an argument coming from the living room.
"Do you think there's something wrong with my brain? My son has been gone for almost twenty-odd days without so much as a phone call. What kind of business trip requires that?" A well-preserved middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, her pretty face icy as she demanded, "You have to tell me the truth! What organization do you actually work for,