"The Feng Family?" Feng Jingtian's cold laugh carried a trace of scorn within his Phoenix Eyes, "Don't forget how my mother died, and don't forget why I chose to leave the Feng Family. I loathe Lan Yue, not just because she was the wife you chose for me, but more importantly, I have never been able to bring myself to like her hypocritical nature. And if it weren't for my Talent, would you, Feng Xiang, ever respect me? I have never wanted the identity of the young master of the Feng Family."
The man's words pierced his heart like needles, causing Feng Xiang's body to tremble uncontrollably.
He was right, the death of his wife was indeed his fault. Back then, if he hadn't been too cowardly to speak up for her, she wouldn't have died so miserably, and he would never forget the last look that woman gave him.
Desperate and sorrowful...
It was precisely because of this that Feng Jingtian harbored no sense of belonging to the Feng Family and even deeply hated his own father.
