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Cong Gang did not even glance at him as he continued to take care of the bowl of monarch s orchid beside him, waiting for the next part of the story in a way that completely ignored Feng Xinglang.

He knew that Feng Xinglang had always been in his haunted house.

Feng Xinglang pinched off a butterfly orchid and brought it to his nose to take a whiff, but he could not smell any fragrance from it.

From Feng Xinglang\'s actions, it could be seen that he was not the type of person who would take the initiative to show tender concern for the fairer sex.

Flowers like women, between appreciation and picking, Feng Xinglang habitually chose the latter. It was the same for women.

That was why it would be very painful for a woman to fall in love with Feng Xinglang. So was Lin Xueluo.

"Hetun has returned to Shen City."

Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to admire the potted plants and flowers in the room.

"Yes."

Cong Gang glanced at the butterfly orchid that was hit by Feng Xinglang\'s bullet and snorted indifferently.

"There\'s another Xing Shi\'er by his side."

Feng Xinglang said again. There was a long, forlorn ending.

Seemingly, he could still recover from the sharp pain from seeing his son Linnuo\'s injured face.

"Yes."

Cong Gang still grunted in agreement. Faint, like a perfunctory response.

"He has my wife and children."

Feng Xinglang asked again.

"Yes."

Cong Gang replied again.

Feng Xinglang paused, and swept his narrowed eyes over Cong Gang, who was still in the midst of tidying up the pot of monarch orchids.

"Speak properly to your father!" Feng Xinglang scoffed in hostility.

Only then did Cong Gang raise his eyes and swept his gaze across Feng Xinglang, and leisurely replied: "Does this have anything to do with me?"

It was indeed not that important!

More than ten years ago, he had rescued the dying Cong Gang from Chinatown, and many years later, Cong Gang had saved the hanging Feng Xinglang from the Hetun.

Therefore, Cong Gang saying that it had nothing to do with him made a lot of sense.

But Feng Xinglang was extremely unhappy! He felt that Cong Gang should not have used such a tone to talk to him, his master!

Perhaps, in Feng Xinglang\'s opinion, saving Cong Gang was an enormous gift; but Cong Gang saving him was what a follower like him should do.

Feng Xinglang\'s actions and demeanor always brought along a little bit of subjectivity and arrogance.

"Why do I feel like my hands are itching to hit someone?" Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.

Feng Xinglang was not omnipotent. He needed help, too. If the Hetun was playing financial games with him, even ten of them wouldn\'t be his match; however, the Hetun insisted on playing a barbaric and brutal game with him.

Cong Gang\'s gentle eyes swept across Feng Xinglang\'s beautiful face and laughed:

"You can\'t beat me! Whether we should beat him up or get beaten up isn\'t certain! "

Cong Gang\'s words seemed to have hurt Feng Xinglang\'s self-esteem too much.

But when you savor it carefully, you can also read out a bit of a different mood. It was as if he was teasing a rebellious and mischievous child.

Feng Xinglang was indeed unable to defeat Cong Gang.

Let alone Feng Xinglang, even Yan Bang might not be Cong Gang\'s match.

Yan Bang\'s strength was more than enough, but Cong Gang\'s attacks were fatal.

Feng Xinglang was not interested in the orchids. Not many species of orchid could be recognized. Thus, he picked up the pot of green orchids beside his hand and smashed it onto the marble floor with a clang.

Under Cong Gang\'s concentration, Feng Xinglang smashed over ten pots of orchids onto Cong Gang. Some were even rare and expensive varieties.

Anyone who had ever raised an orchid knew that an orchid was exceptionally delicate and was not easy to serve.

But Cong Gang must have spent a lot of effort to serve these orchids. But now, Feng Xinglang did not hold back at all as he smashed the flesh in his heart.

"Don\'t stop! Continuing to smash! Anyway, these orchids were all bought using Feng Xinglang\'s silver! "

Cong Gang had a very good temper. It was as if Feng Xinglang\'s ruthless aura would not affect his mood in the slightest.

Feng Xinglang stopped his smashing of the bonsai as he looked back at Cong Gang\'s leisurely and clean face.

"I\'ll sleep with your sister!" "You get a few million every month from laozi and you buy all these flowers?"

Actually, Cong Gang was not lacking in money. Why did he need to take money from Feng Xinglang? Perhaps only he himself knew.

"Someone is spending your money, you should feel happy! Just like you, Feng Xinglang\'s wife and children, are now spending Hetun\'s money! No matter how much money you, Feng Xinglang, have, what use are you? "

Cong Gang\'s words had really angered Feng Xinglang to the point of causing him to pass out in several cycles of reincarnation.

He was simply asking for it! Even though Cong Gang knew that this was a thorn in the bottom of his heart, he still wanted to touch it.

Feng Xinglang suppressed the rage in his heart, "You spent my money, so you have to do something for me!"

"Is this the attitude of you, Feng Xinglang, when you are begging others for help?"

Cong Gang once again buried his head into his bush flower, carefully protecting it as if it were his beloved woman.

Without saying a word, Feng Xinglang went forward and smashed that basin of Junzi Orchid to pieces.

Cong Gang raised his eyes and looked at Feng Xinglang; Feng Xinglang was also glaring at him.

A few seconds later, Cong Gang calmly asked, "This bad temper of yours was spoiled by Yan Bang right? You\'d better go to him! He will cater to your, Feng Xinglang\'s, appetite! "

"Did Yan Bang sleep your sister in his previous life? Or did you sleep with Yan Bang\'s sister in your previous life? Do you two really have to be so irreconcilable? "

Feng Xinglang really did not understand why Yan Bang and Cong Gang had to be so stubborn!

Cong Gang did not reply to Feng Xinglang. Instead, he bent down and picked up the pot of monarch s orchid that Feng Xinglang smashed apart.

Cong Gang\'s nonchalant attitude had truly displeased him. He stepped on the bush. Under the trampling of his fine leather shoes, the bush lily disappeared immediately.

Just like a woman who had been ruined!

Cong Gang was still not angry. He slowly stood up and indifferently swept a glance at Feng Xinglang.

"Do you know why the Hetun likes letting others choose the questions so much?"

Indifferently, Cong Gang asked.

"I\'m not interested to know!" Feng Xinglang bellowed.

Cong Gang did not interrupt him because of Feng Xinglang\'s ruthless voice and aura:

"Because the Hetun is a difficult choice to make! So he really wants to see the choice of others that makes it so painful that they don\'t want to live! "

"You mean. Hetun will let me do the multiple choice questions again? "

Feng Xinglang raised his handsome brows coldly.

Cong Gang sighed as he shook his head, "Making the multiple choice questions is only his method; it isn\'t his goal!"

"Then what is his purpose?" Feng Xinglang asked harshly.

Cong Gang swept his eyes across Feng Xinglang once again, "You\'re so smart, do you even need to ask me?"

The corner of Feng Xinglang\'s lips curled up coldly because she was suppressing her anger.

He stared deeply at Cong Gang\'s indifferent face, and really wanted to give him a heavy punch.

"Cong Gang, I have something to say to you, why is it that you are wasting more and more energy than usual?"

"The firework lasted for only an instant, but someone was willing to wait for it for the rest of their lives!"