"Feng Ruoyan, the son of Feng Zhanlian is Feng Zhao'an. He and I, ever since he sent me to Fengtian Academy, were at odds with each other."
Feng Luochen said mockingly, he almost softened just now.
It was thanks to this little child who burst out.
He was only eleven years old then, sent to a distant place, not allowed to bring any servant, apart from a gift, Feng Zhanlian didn't give him a single tael of silver.
When he fell ill, he wrote asking for money, Feng Zhanlian did not even send a letter.
Not to mention when he was detained by the gambling house, Feng Zhanlian refused to give even a copper coin and berated him harshly.
If it were not for his sister and mother secretly supporting him, he would have probably died in Fengtian long ago.
"Feng Mansion is hosting a banquet, just escort Feng Zhao'an. Well, consider this jug of wine my charity to you, scram."
Feng Luochen said angrily.
