This time, Duanmuze didn't speak, and neither did Mr. Mei. After a long time, Fengtang continued: "Mr. Duanmu, the doctor has hidden many things from me these years. I am willing to pretend to be ignorant and enjoy being pampered by him.

, the funny feeling, if it weren’t for you, I think I would have been pretending to be confused.

You forced me to almost turn against the doctor, and I'm very angry."

Duan Muze was also very angry: "Did I force you to make the doctor kneel at the door of Feng Hall for more than 20 hours?"

"Mr. Duanmu, what did you do eighteen years ago? Do you really want to force me to tell you?" Feng Tang said softly, "After using the doctor, you finally wanted to kill people and silence them? Mr. Duanmu, if

If you want to cooperate, I don't care if you do it. However, cooperation requires a little sincerity. Don't use your hands on the doctor, otherwise, I really don't care.

Now, I haven’t done anything and you’re angry?”

"You should ask Mr. Mingyue about what happened eighteen years ago." After Duanmuze finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Feng Tang looked at his phone and leaned against the wall. Suddenly, he felt that it was a bit cold today. He had always been afraid of the cold.

Returning to the room, Feng Tang handed the phone to Duanmu Baolian and asked, "Do you still want to play mahjong?"

"It's getting late. I have to go back early. It's almost eleven o'clock." Mo Qingyi said, "How about we continue in a few days?"

"Okay, I also want to go to bed early. I am a good boy who goes to bed early and gets up early." Duanmu Baolian smiled and said, "Xiao Tang, what does my father want you to do?"

She really wanted to know, but based on what she knew about her father, if she called him to ask, Duan Muze would definitely make up a story to deceive him. So, she simply asked Feng Tang directly.

"It's nothing, just some annoying things." Feng Tang shook his head and said, "In that case, I'm leaving."

"I'll send you off!" Ximen Mingyue was full of enthusiasm for Feng Tang.

"I don't want you to give it away!" Feng Tang shook his head and said, "In case Baolian keeps misunderstanding, I will have someone pick me up."

Chen Xuhua looked interesting and whispered to Duanmu Baolian: "Baolian, your cousin doesn't really like Mr. Feng, does he?"

"I also have some doubts." Duanmu Baolian nodded.

"Mr. Feng, how about I take you back?" Chen Xuhua said. The mahjong game just now let him know that Feng Tang is very rich. Only rich people can afford jewelry, and they are all potential customers in the future. This

When the opportunity arises, he naturally doesn't care about currying favor.

Before Feng Tang had time to speak, Ximen Mingyue's face suddenly turned a little pale, and he even held the table.

Duanmu Baolian felt that the golden plum bugs vibrated slightly, and she could clearly feel an extremely powerful aura approaching Jinmeifang.

"No, thank you Mr. Chen." Feng Tang said, already walking towards the door.

Opening the door, a black Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance of Jinmeifang. A tall and burly man in black had already opened the door and asked Feng Tang to get in.

Duanmu Baolian and Ximen Mingyue both followed out. Looking at the man in black, they couldn't help but look at each other - they had never seen this man before. Usually, there were only a few people who appeared around Feng Tang.
Chapter completed!