Kang Li's gaze shifted from Feng Yi back to Old Master Feng, and she continued, "When his time in reform was up, if any one of you still cared about Xiao Yi, you should have picked him up yourselves. But you didn't; you just sent a driver to bring him home. The moment he walked in, did he receive your concern or compassion? No—he was met with disdain, and even driven out of the house."
A boy of sixteen or seventeen, just out from the farm, with nothing to his name—did you ever consider how he would survive out there? And if you did, why didn't you put any effort into finding Xiao Yi?"
Old Master Feng and Feng Wei, father and son, were now so ashamed they wished the ground would swallow them. Neither said a word.
