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Xing Ba thought for a while before replying, "I think so!"

Then he added, "I keep having the feeling that this Basong\'s identity is not simple! It was most likely related to that fellow Cong Gang! If he really is Cong Gang\'s person, then his motive is self-evident! "

As expected, it was just as Feng Xinglang had expected: Hetun and Cong Gang fell into a situation of mutual anger and hatred!

"Using a four year old little girl as an example, aren\'t you guys too despicable?!"

Feng Xinglang hissed with sullen anger in his eyes.

"Prince Xing, you really wronged your father this time …"

"My father, Feng Yishan, is dead!"

Before Xing Ba could finish his words, Feng Xinglang had already stopped him with a low shout.

"Alright, alright, alright, my foster father … It\'s my foster father! "

In order to not anger Feng Xinglang, Xing Ba immediately corrected his way of addressing the Hetun.

"Crown Prince, this time you have truly wronged my foster father!" For the sake of your family\'s harmony, my foster father forgave Seventh Elder Lan Youyou! I was afraid that your brother would be hurt, so I paid you back for saving your life. Also, I couldn\'t bear to see you in such a difficult situation!] So your father. No, she\'s my foster father, so how could he possibly send people to abduct your brother\'s daughter, Feng Tuantuan? It\'s impossible even if you think about it! "

Amongst the foster son\'s people, only Xing Ba was the most talkative and tactful of them all. Perhaps, because he had seen through a few things, Xing Ba developed a sense of benevolence that a puppet tool should not have.

"I heard you say that... Is my niece really not in the hands of Hetun? " Feng Xinglang asked coldly.

"He really isn\'t here!"

Xing Ba spread out his hands, "There must be some evil person who wants to frame my foster father!"

Feng Xinglang quietly stared at Xing Ba\'s pair of almond-shaped eyes: The eyelid is long and thin, the inside is narrow and wide, the skin on the eyelid is thin and thin.

Although he did not look like a good person, nor did he look like an honest person, but at that moment, Xing Ba\'s eyes were filled with a biting cold honesty, and did not look like he was hiding anything intentionally, looking like a gentleman.

"How about this, you\'ll be at my service for the next few days! You\'re not allowed to go anywhere before you find my niece. Just follow me and help me! It\'s also good to return your foster father\'s innocence! "

Father and son really share the same thoughts! Feng Xinglang actually made the same request as his own father. Xing Ba\'s brows furrowed a little as he asked weakly, "What else?"

"Otherwise, I will go to Shallow Water Bay and force that old fogey to hand over my niece!"

"..."

This Prince Xing\'s intention is very clear and very rogue: If you, Xing Ba, don\'t dare follow me, and don\'t listen to my words, I will cause trouble for you in Hetun!

"Alright... I\'ll follow you! I only have one tool and one puppet, so I have no say in the matter. "

Xing Ba took advantage of the situation and accepted Feng Xinglang\'s request. Anyway, foster father Hetun had the same intention, at least she had to accept it reluctantly so that Feng Xinglang could know that he owed him a favor.

"Then what are the Prince Xing\'s orders now?"

Xing Ba spoke in a humble tone.

"Go take a look at Mo Ranran\'s room first, and the traces of mechanical claws on the walls of the Feng Family\'s third house in the main villa of the Feng Family … If you are really from Hetun, you should be more familiar with his methods of committing crimes than me! "

"..."

Xing Ba frowned: This son is even more cunning than his father!

… ….

Basong told Cong Gang about how he left Xing Ba in the Feng Family to handle the case.

And Feng Xinglang\'s actions meant that he trusted the people from the Hetun more!

It wasn\'t strange. After all, they were related by blood. No matter what, it was better than an outsider like him!

"Then don\'t interfere! When it\'s time to eat, eat, and when it\'s time to sleep, go to sleep! "

Cong Gang\'s words seemed to carry a little bit of anger.

It was indeed a chilling thing to be trusted by someone who did not care.

The crux of the issue was that Feng Xinglang and Hetun had just had a bad time because of Yan Bang\'s death, and now they were as close as a family?

In other words, he, Cong Gang, was now a suspect that Feng Xinglang would suspect!

How cold and humorous!

All of a sudden, was hung up by his master.

But Feng Xinglang is serious: Yan Bang\'s bones are not yet cold, how can he fall for his father?

It would take at least three years for him to show mercy to Yan Bang and his own father, in order to gain the brotherhood right?!

It seemed that no matter how good a sibling brother was, they would not be able to defeat a sibling blood relation!

Yan Bang, oh Yan Bang, your death was truly futile!

Xing Ba spent more than an hour to check and simulate the inside and outside of the two villas in Feng Family, but his expression was getting heavier.

He seemed to have smelled something that should not have appeared!

Feng Xinglang did not accompany him but rather, allowed Xing Ba to do his own investigation. All he wanted was the result, the whereabouts of his niece.

"Xinglang, didn\'t you say there was a group of people falling? Take me with you. I won\'t cause you any more trouble. "

Feng Lixin was pushed out of the study by the Xiao Hu driver on a wheelchair. This way, he would be able to move a bit faster.

Feng Xinglang stood in front of the french window and watched Xing Ba run back and forth between the two villas without even giving them a glance.

If he didn\'t discover anything, Xing Ba wouldn\'t keep on trying to prove anything.

If Basong was not lying, then the person who kidnapped his niece should be one of the foster son s!

If Xing Ba was not lying, wouldn\'t that mean that they were conflicting with each other?!

It was only logical that one of them should be lying!

But what if neither of them lied?

Then how could he explain it?

"Xinglang... Xinglang? Can we go now? "

Feng Lixin moved his wheelchair to the french window and pulled Feng Xinglang who was in a trance.

"Hmm?"

Feng Xinglang turned his head around and saw Feng Lixin sitting on his wheelchair, "You took this thing out and used it again? He still couldn\'t forget! You have feelings now? "

The \'thing\' that Feng Xinglang was referring to was the wheelchair. Butler Mo had been preparing it all this time.

Staring at the wheelchair, Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes and fell into deep thought once more …

"Xinglang, stop laughing! "I\'m really very worried …"

Feng Lixin\'s heart, which was filled with worry for his daughter, was practically being crushed.

"The ball will be fine!"

Feng Xinglang comforted his, then came over and kissed Feng Lixin on his anxious and twisted eyebrows, "Trust me!"

"But where is the regiment now? I\'m going crazy from anxiety! "

Feng Lixin was really anxious. He wished he could flip the entire Shen City over.

"Why do I feel like... Someone is working with you from the inside! "

Feng Xinglang murmured as he was unable to answer the question.