After sitting for a while, Rong Ye finally decided to stop beating around the bush. He placed his cup on the table and looked directly at the young City Lord.
"Why do you hate your father so much?"
The moment he asked this question, the atmosphere in the hall changed.
Rong Jinyu, who had been pouring water for the elders, paused. He slowly turned around and looked at Rong Ye before smiling.
"Uncle, why do you think I hate him? Don't you hate him too?"
Rong Ye was stunned.
This brat!
He had asked a simple question, yet the boy had managed to throw it right back at him!
Rong Jinyu's smile remained pleasant, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that made it clear he wasn't as innocent as he appeared.
Rong Ye stared at him for a moment before clicking his tongue.
"You're quite good at talking."
"Thank you, Uncle. I've always thought so too."
