Zhan Yucheng didn't get angry but instead felt that he had let down Zhan Feiyu, and he replied softly, "Xiaoyu, it's true that I haven't been attentive enough towards you and Xiaohuang. I came here today not to stop you from taking back your belongings, but to personally ensure justice for you. I want Xiaolong to return your things to you and apologize to you on the spot."
"Father, you..." Zhan Feilong, who was at the back, couldn't stay calm anymore. Isn't this asking for trouble? Has the old man got it wrong? I asked you to come over to support me, yet here you are doing the opposite. In just a few words, whose side are you on?
"Enough, Xiaolong, don't say any more!" Zhan Yucheng sternly reprimanded: "You've already taken nearly seventy percent of the family's wealth, while Xiaoyu and Xiaohuang have less than thirty percent. What else are you fighting with them for? Return the remaining few properties to them as well!"
