After having their fill of wine and food, Chen Jie and Feng Xuan took their leave together.
Peng Shizhong was very happy. Feng Xuan's change had filled him with joy. Perhaps he had been worrying over nothing.
After all, Feng Xuan was a child he had watched grow up. How could he scheme against the Second Brother in secret? These past few days, he had been too harsh on him. The boy didn't have it easy.
Thinking this, Peng Shizhong's impression of Feng Xuan greatly improved, and he even felt a bit guilty for having been so strict with him.
Chen Jie and Feng Xuan left the mansion and ran into Peng Fu, who was returning.
Peng Fu was carrying a wooden box. As he approached, Chen Jie and Feng Xuan greeted him: "Uncle Fu."
"Ah, Old Master, Fifth Master."
Peng Fu immediately returned the greeting. At this moment, Feng Xuan smiled and said, "Uncle Fu, what matter requires your personal attention like this?"
