Feng Mu shrugged his shoulders, leaned down to Feng Ju’s ear, and in a faint voice that only the two of them could hear, said quietly:
"My dear father, since you can’t see , in the future, don’t focus on . This is my most sincere advice to you as your son, from the bottom of my heart.
If you have the ti, it’s better to show more concern for my dear sister. She’s not like , she can’t grow up without your love and care, haha—"
Feng Ju’s face grew darker, his eyes almost blazing as he glared at Feng Mu:
"Yuhuai, what’s wrong with Yuhuai, what have you done to your sister?"
At that mont, Feng Mu flashed a smile as dazzling as the sun, so genuine and free of any hypocrisy, and he said:
"What could I possibly do to Yuhuai?
She’s my most beloved sister, I see her as a unique treasure in the world. What could I do to her? I just don’t want her to repeat my mistakes.
It’s my dear father, as Yuhuai’s brother, I must remind you not to pin too high hopes on her.
At her tender age, her heart is as fragile as a flower’s, and your heavy expectations might crush her."
Feng Mu paused, straightened up, gently touched his beating heart, and his voice was calm and philosophical:
"Lack of love can kill a person, just like a flower withers without rain, but excessive, suffocating love can also push soone into the abyss of despair, like a rotten flower buried in mud by a storm..."
At this mont, Feng Mu was sincerely advising Feng Ju, being too kind-hearted, always willing to give others a chance to correct their mistakes and reform.
Even for Feng Ju, he was willing to extend the sa kindness, as if repaying the favor of being guided to this world by him.
After all, at the root of it all, half of the credit for his crossing over to this world belonged to Feng Ju.
When he first arrived, Feng Mu found this world too dark, even breathing was painful, but now it was different.
His eyes began to gradually see the brightness and colors in the darkness;
His nose began to gradually breathe in the freedom and sweetness perating the air;
His mouth began to gradually taste the nourishnt and juiciness contained in the food;
Feng Mu began to feel the unique, authentic beauty of this world, different from his past life.
So,
Feng Mu’s advice to the man nad "father" before him was sincere and earnest, hoping he would seriously listen and think about his "son’s" kind words.
To seize this opportunity to save himself, and save his daughter... perhaps it’s still not too late!
Otherwise, if he loses his son first and then his daughter in middle age, both deaths being his own doing, it would be a nightmare.
So terrifying that even Feng Mu wouldn’t be able to sleep for several nights after witnessing it.
Feng Ju’s face was ferocious, his eyes blazing as he stared at Feng Mu, speaking decisively:
"You foolish son, what nonsense are you talking about, saying Yuhuai would repeat your mistakes? Do you know what you’re saying?
Your sister is not like you, she’s so smart and filial, so hardworking and progressive, she never worries or troubles . Yuhuai and you are completely different.
Your sister will achieve heights you can never reach in the future!!"
Feng Ju paused for a mont, exhaled deeply with resentnt, and sneered coldly:
"But you’re right, I should focus all my attention on Yuhuai and not fixate on you, you rebellious son."
Feng Ju clenched his teeth as he finished speaking, seemingly unwilling to hear another word from Feng Mu. He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Dong Ping and the waiting team mbers watched Feng Ju walk back with a cold expression, and each face showed a puzzled look.
They were too far to hear the intimate conversation between the father and son, only seeing Feng Ju affectionately place a hand on his son’s shoulder, then being gently pulled by his son, the two shared a light embrace, whispering to each other.
Based on the changes in the team mbers’ expressions, Feng Ju could roughly guess what was on their minds.
When the team mbers were contemplating asking him for "parenting advice," he was very angry, but if none ca to ask later, his anger would double.
Feng Ju took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, then turned to the group, explaining sternly:
"My son is becoming more unworthy as he grows older, I just gave him a severe reprimand, warning him to reflect deeply and learn from his sister, causing less anger."
Upon hearing this, Dong Ping and the other team mbers imdiately understood the reason, their eyes filled with growing admiration for Feng Ju.
They all thought unanimously:
"Captain Feng’s family discipline is really strict.
By the way, I heard Captain Feng’s daughter is studying at the Eighth Academy where [Mask] is hiding. If there is an opportunity during this mission, we must quietly observe just how outstanding Captain Feng’s daughter is, so we can teach our own children this..."
Feng Ju glanced around at the team mbers, turned, and led the team out from the hospital’s side door, heading straight towards the Eighth Academy.
Feng Mu watched Feng Ju’s departing figure, unsure if the other party had really listened to his words.
But he had expressed himself so clearly, if Feng Ju remained indifferent, then should anything unspeakable happen again in the future, neither Feng Ju nor Feng Yuhuai would have any reason to bla him.
The future would tell whether the father or the brother was right!
Feng Mu turned to Qian Huan with an apologetic smile: "I’m sorry for the embarrassnt, I’m really at a loss with my father, sigh..."
Qian Huan smiled understandingly, offering comfort:
"That’s how it is between fathers and sons, maybe in a few days, your father will calm down and stop blaming you."
Feng Mu sighed deeply, speaking in a tone full of compassion:
"I don’t really care if he blas or not, I just hope he takes my words to heart, so he doesn’t regret it later."
Qian Huan pondered briefly, then suggested:
"How about this, I’ll give you so ti off, and you can go talk to your father again now?"
Feng Mu shook his head, putting aside personal matters, and said seriously:
"Thank you for your kind offer, but it’s work hours, and I want to keep clear priorities. Let’s hurry back to the Second Prison."
Qian Huan appreciated Feng Mu’s dedicated attitude, he opened his mouth slightly, seeming like he wanted to say more but was interrupted by an urgent ringtone.
Feng Mu’s phone in his pocket also started vibrating with an incoming call.
Feng Mu did not answer the phone, rely squinting slightly as he glanced at Qian Huan.
Qian Huan swiftly picked up the phone, bringing it close to his ear. The smile on his face vanished instantly, and he seed to freeze in place.
After about two seconds, Qian Huan swallowed hard, his voice increased by a few pitches into the receiver:
"Wait a mont, say that again, I didn’t catch that. What happened to the prison, how many people died?"
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