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It was very obvious that Feng Xinglang did not want to drink tea.

Especially facing the Hetun.

But if Hetun really wanted to hide this little fellow, then the huge Pater Castle was not something that she could easily find.

Feng Xinglang\'s mood was heavy after revisiting the place.

A biological father who almost killed his own son on his turf.

And the one who had saved his life, was actually the wife whom he had shamed for more than five years, the woman named Lin Xueluo!

A woman could survive the entire way, and could even raise her own son. The hardships of this process would only be experienced at this point in time.

And what kind of tenacious and unyielding conviction did you have to support a woman\'s dedication and dedication, regardless of the cost?!

Feng Xinglang knew that this woman missed her son, so he quickened his pace to arrive at Pater Castle. Even though he didn\'t want to see the person in front of him, he had still come. Originally, he wanted to continue being \'inattentive\' and \'indifferent\' to the little thing that was being willful for a few days. However, he couldn\'t bear to part with the intense longing his woman had for his son.

Thus, he came here this time to make a compromise.

For his woman, and for his own child! These two people were worthy of Feng Xinglang feeling wronged for once!

Feng Xinglang sat down, holding the tea that he had brewed in front of him, he took a sip.

\'s meekness made Hetun feel extremely gratified.

It was as if he could already see the light of hope before his son and he were about to sever all ties.

"Ah Lang, Fifteen said that you like to eat mango cakes, so I asked the chef to make more."

Hetun pushed the bamboo basket on the table to Feng Xinglang\'s side, "I just finished it, go ahead and try it."

Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang did not reject Hetun\'s good intentions. Instead, he extended his hand and took one, and threw it to Basong who was looking around vigilantly.

Seemingly due to a conditioned reflex, Basong quickly reached out to grab it, crushing the pitiful biscuit into pieces in an instant.

Basong was slightly embarrassed. He really didn\'t think that Feng Xinglang would throw him food.

"It\'s fine if you don\'t want to eat it, but why are you crushing it? What a waste! "

It sounded like Feng Xinglang had nothing to say.

Or perhaps, he was just wasting time, waiting for Hetun to voluntarily hand over his son Linnuo.

He could force his way in. Presumably, the Hetun would not stop him from turning the whole place upside down.

But he didn\'t do it!

Because he wanted his son to see a loving father.

Having endless parental love and motherly love, being a healthy and happy child.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger and discontent in his heart, and patiently waited for his son\'s appearance.

It was just a bath, so it shouldn\'t take long.

But the trees wanted peace, and the wind never stopped.

"Ah Lang, Friday is your mother\'s memorial day. In the blink of an eye, twenty-six years passed. "You were probably only eight or nine at the time …"

As the Hetun chattered on, Feng Xinglang\'s handsome face slowly became gloomy. It was as if an invisible layer of frost was covering him.

He couldn\'t get out himself; no one else could get in.

"Ah Lang, I am truly sorry. I was blinded by hatred, and caused you and your mother to suffer. "I almost died by my own flesh and blood!"

"Ah Lang, Daddy will not beg for your forgiveness in this life. "Dad doesn\'t have that kind of face …"

The more Hetun talked, the more emotional she became and the more engrossed she became in it. She had already started using \'father\' to refer to herself.

"Ah Lang, Daddy only wishes for you to live a little happily and happily ever after. Then Father will have nothing else to ask for in this lifetime! "

Hetun\'s\' confession \'was becoming more and more provocative.

From the looks of it, he was just about to hug his son Feng Xinglang, and then, father and son would start crying.

The muscles on Feng Xinglang\'s face twitched uncontrollably; a certain emotion that he had been suppressing seemed to be about to burst out in the next second.

To scold Hetun in rage?

Or beat him up in return?

He was unable to vent the pain and humiliation he had suffered!

Feng Xinglang\'s chest rose and fell rapidly; because of the accumulated hatred, it seemed like he had been set ablaze once again.

However, the words that came out of his mouth was a completely different scene.

"Let bygones be bygones! Where\'s Nuonuo? It should be time to take a bath, right? "

Feng Xinglang said calmly. At least on the surface.

"Ah Lang, your father is really happy that you can think like this! Your magnanimity really makes daddy ashamed. "

Hetun acted as if it was true and continued to repent.

"I\'ve been washing for so long, why hasn\'t Nuonuo come out yet?"

"Twelve, let\'s go and see if fifteen has finished bathing."

Under Feng Xinglang\'s reminder, only then did Hetun turn his head and question Xing Shi\'er.

He also didn\'t know if Hetun saw through it or not, that his own son Feng Xinglang\'s thoughts were completely not the same as his. His heart was full of thoughts, there was only his own son, Feng Linnuo.

"Foster father, once the fifteenth brother has finished washing up, he should be out immediately." Tonight, the three generations of your ancestors are together. I presume that 15 would be faster than anyone else. "

With the extremely unfriendly Basong here, of course Xing Shi\'er would never leave Hetun.

"Xing Shi\'er, you can go if your foster father asks you to. What are you waiting for? Aren\'t you looking down on your foster father? "

Feng Xinglang\'s retort left him with no way to retreat.

"Twelfth, go urge your fifteenth younger brother. There\'s a Old Nine here. "

Hetun followed his son Feng Xinglang\'s orders and hurried Xing Shi\'er who was beside him.

Old Nine?

Wasn\'t Old Nine Xing\'s arm chopped off by Cong Gang and then taken care of by him?

Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked towards the man dressed in the Tang suit behind Hetun. She clearly had a Western face, but she had purposely dressed herself up to look like Chinese! No matter how he looked at it, it looked a little out of place.

Seeing that this fellow\'s limbs were healthy, he was most likely not the same Xing Old Nine like before.

Could it be that the great evil man, Hetun, had taken in a new foster son?

The people who were almost buried in the ground, was there even a need to have so many claws?

Hetun looked at Xing Shi\'er, and Xing Shi\'er turned to leave. He didn\'t forget to glare viciously at Basong.

The Tang suit wearing man behind Hetun immediately took two steps forward, maintaining a relatively close distance with Hetun that they could attack and defend.

"Ah Lang, you and Fifteen will rest well here tonight. Tomorrow morning, go to your mother\'s grave. It\'s just that Xueluo did not come, what a pity. "

Feng Xinglang did not reply the Hetun. The joints in his hands creaked.

"Why don\'t you stay here for a few more days? I\'ll get the eighth brother to escort Xueluo here. Our family will reunite properly."

It had to be said that the more Hetun thought about it, the more beautiful he felt.

Did he really think that his own son, Feng Xinglang, would forgive him just like that? And then the family was happy?

He really could think of it!

How dare you!

Feng Xinglang didn\'t want to say anything. He stared fixedly at the cup of tea in front of him.

The amber color of the tea leaves retained the clarity of the water and the purity of the tea.

In the eyes of the Hetun, he thought that it was the consent of her own son.

"William, make Ah Lang a cup of hot tea."

Because of the affection of his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo and grandson to Xing Shisi, in the end, Hetun still left some benevolence to the heavily injured Xing Shisi.

Under the treatment of the advanced medicine that was forged with a lot of money, and also because he was young, Xing Shisi recovered very quickly. He could already make simple food, drink, and play with him.

Furthermore, it was because of his identity as a \'Uncle\', and the fact that he and Linnuo\'s little friend had been staying in the Pater Castle for the past few days, Xing Shisi was not abandoned.

Not every severely injured foster son could receive such kind of care!

Little friend Linnuo did not know that his father, Feng Xinglang, would come today. He had been gloomily flopping around in the huge indoor pool.

There was also a gray dolphin that was snoring along with the little guy. That was the pet Hetun had just found for Lil Thing.

Xing Shi\'er watched on from the shore for a while, and only appeared after he heard foster father Hetun\'s instructions, "Why are you not here yet", from the headset.

"Fifteen, your bastard father is here."

With that said, the little thing in the swimming pool immediately popped out of the water, bubbling.

"Old Tweleve, you lied to me again!"

Why do you use \'again\'? It was completely because of Xing Shi\'er\'s plan from the time when he was almost driven mad by the little thing.

"Your father is waiting in the living room! believe it or not! "

After Xing Shi\'er threw these words down, he started to walk away. He really couldn\'t be at ease with that Basong.

The little guy was stunned for a few seconds. Then, with a \'I would rather believe it\' spirit, he quickly jumped out of the water and climbed onto the shore.

"Fifteen, dry your body first."

Xing Shisi, who was still wearing his spine fastening device, immediately chased after him with a towel.

However, he couldn\'t keep up with the thought of his father!

"Bastard Feng Xinglang, if you don\'t come this time, I won\'t forgive you!"

"Those who deceive children, are all villains!"

The little guy grumbled under his breath as he sprinted forward.

"Nuonuo... Nuonuo? "

Feng Xinglang chased after his son\'s voice.

He really was the bastard\'s father!

The little fellow who was gasping for breath, when he saw his father Feng Xinglang rushing towards him, he stopped in his tracks.

Feng Xinglang picked up the little fellow whose upper body was bare off the ground, tightly hugged it in his embrace and messily kissed it.

"Nuonuo... Good son, your father is here! I\'m here to pick you up and bring you home! "

It wasn\'t until he felt his father\'s true embrace that the little guy believed all of this to be true.

"Feng Xinglang, why did you only just arrive?! "You don\'t even want me to be your biological son anymore?"

The little guy humphed in grievance. His large watery eyes blinked a few times, and then began to tear up.

"How could that be? You\'re even more precious than your biological father\'s life!"

Feng Xinglang kissed his son\'s small face again and again; kissed him again and again, and kissed him again and again.

Looking at the father and son who were intimately close to each other, Hetun\'s heart had all sorts of feelings.

He could feel his son\'s deep love for his grandson, Xing Lang. He also felt guilty that he hadn\'t been able to give his son such a fatherly love.

Rather than being tricked by someone, it would be more accurate to say that her love was too paranoid and frenzied.

But before Hetun could be magnanimous, the scene in front of him changed.

Feng Xinglang took off his outer clothes and tightly wrapped his son Feng Linnuo inside. Then he walked towards the living room door without looking back.

"Basong, let\'s go! Whoever blocks the way will be killed! "