Yanjing, inside Zhao's mansion.

The Zhao Xingguo family is having dinner. They have his wife, second son, third son and a little daughter, who is eighteen or nineteen years old. There was also an eldest son, Zhao Guanyu, who died in Shanghai and was buried in a crocodile pond.

Just as they were about to finish eating, a man came in from outside and whispered a few words in Zhao Xingguo's ear. Zhao Xingguo frowned tightly and left the table instead of continuing to eat.

Zhao Guanlin, his second son, watched his father leave, ate quickly, left the living room and went outside.

"Long Dunliang, just now my father's face...