After a long drive of three hours, both father and son arrived at a palace. It was literally like a palace. Since the Wen Clan were known as the royal descendants, even their family house was passed down from generations that looked like a big palace.
Standing before this familiar and yet unfamiliar place, Xin Zimen turned his head to look at his son. Xiao Li could feel his father's gaze but he chose to avoid it. There was really no need for his father to know what had he been up to.
"Don't just stand there, day," with those words he made a run for his life and created a bit of a distance between himself and his father. He knew if he stood closer, his father would definitely end up beating him right here.
He wouldn't even care about rows of people gathered around with their head bowed slightly showing their respect towards their master.
