The owner of the voice stepped out of the mansion, and the house guards made way for him.
It was Han Xin, Han Dang's brother.
He looked like his brother and was around the same age as Han Dang, appearing to be in his late forties.
Brushing off something from his silk and exquisite robe, he held his head up and squinted his eyes at Han Dang.
"If it isn't my beloved brother." He shook his head and gave out a sigh.
Han Xin smiled and nodded at the crowd which had gathered to watch the commotion.
"I apologize for your time.
"My elder brother suddenly came back after all these years.
"Pardon his antics; being ostracized and banished from the family must have been a huge blow to him."
He turned and walked toward Han Dang next.
"If you have any grievance, it's a family matter.
"Be mature and let's settle it like grown-ups.
"You and I at our age should be thinking of spending time with our grandsons already."
