Now that they're at the door, he can't be so rude as to turn them away, or simply throw them out.
After all, no matter what, the person in the wheelchair is an elder—he once contributed to the country and the people. Even if his impression of him is far from good, right now he can only keep up a façade of politeness.
As soon as Feng Wei pushed Old Master Feng into the living room, Feng Yi's face darkened, though he didn't say anything.
"You're Xiao Yi?"
Old Master Feng and Feng Wei were both shocked at the current Feng Yi.
It's not that Feng Yi was ugly or intolerable to look at—it's just that he'd changed so much, he really seemed like a different person.
His features were sharp, his expression stern and cold. Sitting on the sofa, he showed a textbook military posture; at a glance, he looked mature, steady, restrained.
Nothing like the shy, timid boy they remembered.
"Don't recognize me anymore?"
