Cang Mo, black clothes and Tutu were both shocked. Looking at Mu Feng's eyes, there was a little more exploration. If these people did not kneel down, did not polite, or shouted, they would really think that this middle-aged man had recognized the wrong person.??

How could Mu Feng be the young master of Tianmo City?

Mu Feng is clearly the third son of the Royal Academy, and he is also the dean of the Royal Academy. What the facts tell them now is that Mu Feng is the young master and Xiao Yishan’s son?

Asi stood behind Mu Feng and felt pressure to wipe his sweat.

From beginning to end, there is only one person who is calm and peaceful, that is Huangjunye.

He seemed to have expected Mu Feng's identity, and even though Butler Xu knelt down and bowed, his eyes were still as calm as water, as expected.

Mu Feng stood quietly, facing the kneeling of the visitor, facing Ye Xiyue's doubts, he looked at Ye Xiyue and said indifferently: "Sorry."

Ye Xiyue pulled her lips, not knowing whether she should be surprised or happy.

She understood the meaning of the word Mu Feng, and felt sorry because she did not tell her identity in advance.

"Young Master, are you back? You are finally back, fifteen years, a full fifteen years!" Butler Xu watched Mu Feng grow up in the mansion since childhood. Although his master was still very young when he left, he could still see it at a glance.

"Young Master, please come back with me." Butler Xu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes in surprise, excited and shocked, all kinds of emotions gathered in his heart and could not be removed, "Young Master, the city lord miss you."

Mu Feng looked cold, "Get out!"

Three words, he never admitted his identity or his status, he only wanted to say these three words.

"Young Master..."

"Can't you hear?" Mu Feng narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Butler Xu glanced at Ye Xiyue, stood up, and waved his hand to leave with the person coming.

When they walked to the door, Butler Xu suddenly stopped.

Huang Junye's eyes were filled with coldness like ice slags, "It's better to come early than to come by coincidence. Mu Feng, there is someone who I don't know if you want to see."

After a while, only Butler Xu bowed and said, "City Lord."

Everyone looked at it and stopped a sedan chair from the door.

Almost everyone guessed who the person in the sedan chair was, but at this moment, the curtain of the sedan chair was still not lifted.

Mu Feng looked at the sedan chair, and a deep sense of coldness emerged in his eyes.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Xiao Yishan was still moving. Xiao Yishan was later. He just wanted to come over to see if the situation was going well. After all, with the imperial master here, it seemed difficult to take Ye Xiyue away. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Butler Xu want to take people away. When he heard the voice of the boy in the yard, his heart that had been silent for fifteen years was turbulent.

The boy standing outside the curtain of a sedan chair is his son, his own son!

It was obvious that he was just a curtain, and he could see his son he had never seen in the past fifteen years, but at this time he hesitated and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

My heart was filled with deep thoughts, but my mind was mixed with contradictions and I didn't dare to see him.

Fifteen years ago, he was worried that the child would not be able to let go.

I couldn't help but want to see the child, Xiao Yishan finally lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and what caught his eyes was the familiar and unfamiliar face.

He looks not very similar to him, but more like his mother.

A person came in at the door, and it was Xiao Yishan.

Mu Feng clenched his fists.

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Chapter completed!