Chapter 425: Scumbag Father
The soldiers clasped their fists and said, "Yes, Advisor Fan."
Fan Zhiheng saw the soldiers being polite to his son, and then remembered how rude they were to him. He couldn’t help but flick his sleeves and said, "A bunch of useless things!"
Upon hearing his words, none of the soldiers had any reaction. As the members of the Night Army, they heard a lot of curse words, which meant nothing to them.
Fan Zhengyin glanced at his father and realized that the person who used to beat him before was actually just a weakling. He stared at the thin and dirty Fan Zhiheng in front of him for a long time, but he couldn’t remember how he looked at his father in the past.
He also wondered why he never fought back when he was beaten before. Is it because he was still a child at that time? Is it because of his mother and younger sister? Or is he still longing for his father’s love deep inside his heart and unwilling to accept the cruel reality?
After a long silence, Fan Zhengyin finally said, "Come with me."
Seeing him turn around and walk away, Fan Zhiheng quickly followed him. After wasting five days making a fuss in front of the military camp, he finally found an opportunity to stay in the Night Army camp. He must seize this opportunity and use it wisely.
These days, Ka Huo Long keeps sending people every day to remind him, and Fan Zhiheng really doesn’t have much time left. If he couldn’t find any useful information today, he knew he’d be thrown into a boiling pot the next time he met Ka Huo Long.
While Fan Zhiheng was busy calculating and scheming, Fan Zhengyin took him to his tent. As they entered the tent, he motioned for his father to sit down and said, "Have a seat."
Fan Zhiheng frowned slightly and felt a little unhappy when he saw his son’s cold attitude towards him. In the past, as long as he frowned slightly, Fan Zhengyin would do anything to please him. But now, he is still standing and frowning, but his son is sitting there, drinking water calmly.
After standing there for a few minutes, Fan Zhiheng realized that his son really didn’t care about him at all. Thinking of the important mission, he swallowed back the cursing words he wanted to say to Fan Zhengyin. With a dark face, he sat down in front of Fan Zhengyin and poured himself a cup of water.
Fan Zhiheng took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat, and then put down the cup heavily. He looked at his son and said, "Er Lang, I’m going to stay here. Prepare a meal and a place for me to stay."