Luo Ri wasn't the head of the Luo family for nothing. The aura he emanated was one of the strongest Feng Fan had ever felt, suffocating and oppressive. Yet, he showed no fear.
Feng Fan had confronted a God-tier ghost like Bloody Mary and lived to tell the tale. What did a Luo Ri amount to?
"Hmph, and who are you to ask who I am?" Feng Fan sneered, an arrogant expression forming on his face.
The crowd, intrigued by his audacity, glanced at him with interest. Who was this young man?
Luo Ri was momentarily taken aback, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Who are you?"
"I'm your father!"
A few muffled chuckles slipped through the crowd, but most held their laughter in check. Realizing he'd been played, Luo Ri's expression twitched with irritation.