"Mom, with my father's personal intervention, Lin Fan will undoubtedly not survive."
At this moment, deep within the Ying Family's Ancient Mansion.
In the brightly lit hall, Shen Yueli, Mrs. Ying Sr., and others were eagerly waiting.
Even though it was late at night, they showed no signs of drowsiness.
Instead, they set up a banquet with fine wine ready to celebrate and welcome Shen Changlong's triumphant return.
"Hmph, he brought it upon himself. Seven years ago, he was lucky to escape with his life like a dog, yet he doesn't cherish it and dares to come to the Imperial Capital to stir up trouble."
Mrs. Ying Sr. took a sip from her wine glass, her old face smiling coldly.
"For someone as devout as you to harbor thoughts of killing, it clearly shows just how much Lin Fan deserves to die!"
Ah Fu, with a bruised face, trotted over to refill Mrs. Ying Sr.'s wine, grinning and flattering her.
Standing beside the table, Ah Shou and Ah Xi nodded in agreement.
