When Song Ziwu was carried into the Song Family household, the entire family was thrown into chaos.
Cheng Fei got out of the car, a hint of guilt on his face. As the leader of the four young masters, he hadn't managed to protect Song Ziwu; this was simply inexcusable.
Most importantly, he hadn't anticipated that Ren Feng, this fierce dragon crossing the river, would be so ruthless.
Many servants of the Song Family hurried to fetch a doctor; Song Zhaoming's expression was extremely grim.
"What happened?"
Cheng Fei hesitated, then stopped.
"Speak." Song Zhaoming looked up at Cheng Fei, the cold and oppressive aura of his higher status weighing heavily on Cheng Fei.
"He was beaten." Cheng Fei began, "At the Qiao Jiangnan Club, by someone named Ren Feng."
Ren Feng again!
Song Zhaoming clenched his fist inside his sleeve, his expression blank as he said, "I see."
