At this moment, someone outside reported, "Sir, young master, Miss An Ning has arrived..."

Except for Mu Yi, who knew the truth, the others around An Bingfeng did not know An Ning’s true identity—that she was An Bingfeng’s biological daughter.

Thus, she became known as Miss An Ning, which was considered a respectful title.

At this moment, this father-son battle was interrupted because of An Ning’s arrival.

"Let her in..." An Bingfeng suppressed the anger on his face and ordered.

Outside, An Ning watched the guard retreating from the room and approached her, saying, "Miss An, sir invites you in!"

An Ning nodded, turned to look at Lu Er, and said, "Brother Lu, there’s a pavilion in the front yard where you can wait for me." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Lu Er understood that An Ning didn’t want him to follow her in, so he nodded, "Alright, I’ll go there."

Watching Lu Er head in another direction, An Ning then turned and walked toward the room.

Once inside, An Ning noticed the broken fragments swept to the floor.

Seeing their expressions, she didn’t need to guess that a verbal battle had just occurred here, and it seemed quite intense.

An Ning still showed no expression, acting as if she hadn’t noticed any of it, and simply raised her head to say to An Yu, "Mother has been worried about you these days, go back and see her."

If An Yu didn’t return soon, she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

Not mentioning this matter didn’t ignite An Bingfeng’s anger, but bringing it up, and recalling An Yu’s defiance, caused his temper to flare up rapidly.

"He is the young master of the Prime Minister Residence. Even if he is to return, it should be to the Prime Minister Residence, not to that rundown place to live out the rest of his life tending chickens and pigs!" This was the first time An Bingfeng lost his composure in front of An Ning, and it was also the first time An Ning saw him so furious.

Previously, when they had met a few times, An Bingfeng appeared lofty, serious, and composed, and equally, he was not someone to be trifled with.

However, seeing him in such a fit now, An Ning suddenly felt quite comfortable.

Sure enough, seeing him unhappy made her very happy—she realized she also had this kind of dark sense of humor.

An Ning turned to An Yu, "Is this what you think too?"

"I don’t." An Yu didn’t even think before refuting, "There’s nothing wrong with tending chickens and pigs, Father is just uncouth, don’t mind him, sister."

Seeing An Yu’s fawning manner made An Bingfeng frown.

He could understand his mother’s actions, but such a submissive manner from the young master of the Prime Minister Residence—how could he allow it!

"If that’s not the case, then let’s go," said An Ning.

An Bingfeng interrupted them, "You go back and ask your mother if she truly wants An Yu to stay here for a lifetime and become a wastrel!"

In this world, how many people strive for success? But how many truly achieve it?

The differences in family background also represent differences in starting points.

In the capital city, he is the young master of the Prime Minister Residence, mingling with royals and nobility, born to tread a smoother path than others.

But staying here, does he still expect to be as dignified as before?

Clearly, although An Bingfeng’s words were unpleasant, they were the truth.

The truth is just that harsh.

But at the same time, An Ning knew that An Yu’s departure was inevitable.

And her wish to conceal the news of Yan-shi returning here from An Bingfeng is unlikely to happen.