Beside the Huangpu River, a certain residential area.
The light was still on in the study room, where a man in his fifties was looking at the documents on the desk. Opposite him, Brother Feng, the Crown Prince of the Magic City, had been standing for nearly half an hour.
Since coming home, his father hadn't said a word, only silently looking at the documents, which made him a bit anxious.
"Dad, I was wrong." Brother Feng stood straight, slightly afraid, with his head bowed.
Since he was a child, his father was the one he was most afraid of. No matter how he acted outside, he dared not be presumptuous in front of his father.
Old Zhang finally put down the pen in his hand, looked up at him, his gaze as calm as a still lake.
"Where did you go wrong?"
Brother Feng pursed his lips, "I shouldn't have almost gotten into a conflict with Qi Yun without fully understanding his identity, bringing risk to the family..."
