Happenings in Shangjing (XVIII)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Army General Fang got promoted. His money pouch was overflowing once again.
He was humming a song and sipped his tea with elegance. He was enjoying himself until he forgot about reality. Suddenly, a cry like it was the end of time blasted in his ears.
Bang—
His hand trembled and the cover of the teapot dropped onto the ground with a resounding Pa! The tea spilled onto his sleeve.
"What is it, my young ancestor?" Army General Fang was on one hand heartbroken that his exquisite tea pot broke, and on the other hand, he had a headache from the whining outside.
Indeed, parents had to pay for their children's debt. Since his son was born, he had a stream of court cases that followed. He despised his son, but also, he was also the paragon of his love.
He lifted his head and saw a bruised and battered guy half-rolling, half-crawling outside. It alarmed Army General Fang.