Jing Zhengfeng felt utterly frustrated.
It was still Zizhu Courtyard in the Jing Garden, still the reception room, still the three brothers, but there were two additional people.
On the left, there were Jing Zhengtang and Feiwei in a blue dress; on the right, there were Jing Zhengwu and the wealthy young lady Qin Yueshi.
Jing Zhengfeng was the only one alone.
'Hmph, two good-for-nothing men relying on their wives.' Jing Zhengfeng thought sourly.