In a courtyard in the center of the mansion, Zhan Shiyuan was facing an exquisite landscape painting on the wall. He was listening to Zhan An's report with his hands behind his back.
"Feng'er and Sima Tian are having a fight?"
Although Zhan Shiyuan was facing the landscape painting, his mind was not on the landscape painting. He frowned when he heard that Zhan Feng and Sima Tianxing were quarreling.
"They're fighting?" Zhan Shiyuan asked.
"Not yet, but from the looks of it, it's only a matter of time before a fight begins," Zhan An replied.
Since Zhan Feng shocked the Zhan family, Zhan An had become much more honest. He wondered if he would be punished for one of the three conditions that Zhan Feng made tomorrow.
Zhan Shiyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Zhan Yi, take the three I
