Chapter 1160: Thieving?

In short, Xing San is the adopted son of Hetun!

Basong immediately reported this hard-earned news to Boss Cong Gang, not Feng Xinglang. The reason is naturally self-evident.

"Boss, there is news. Xing Ba mentioned a person named Xing San in Lan Youyou's ward. I guess this Xing San is also one of Hetun's adopted sons."

Basong was a latecomer and did not know that there was a person like Xing San. Just listen to Xing Ba's guess about this person's name.

"Xing San?"

Cong Gang sighed softly, "Oh, he's not dead yet!"

After a slight pause, Cong Gang asked tightly, "What did Xing Ba and Lan Youyou say?"

"Xing Ba seems to have come to confirm with Lan Youyou. He said that Xing San has paid a lot for Lan Youyou, and warned Lan Youyou not to implicate and use him anymore...Lan Youyou has been silent the entire time!"

"That's the default."

Cong Gang responded calmly, then scolded lightly, "This Lan Youyou is really a beauty! She crippled Feng Lixin, crippled Feng Xinglang, and wanted to kill Xing San? She asked Xing San to take care of him. Let her daughter join the group?"

"The situation seems a bit complicated. Xing Ba said that Xing San's original intention was to take Lan Youyou away. He probably saw Lan Youyou's desolate appearance, so he took away 'Little Lan Youyou' !”

"interesting."

Cong Gang hummed softly, "This little one is definitely more malleable than the big one. It can cultivate feelings from an early age."

"Then what should we do now? Should we tell Feng Xinglang?" Basong asked.

"What a big deal!"

Cong Gang rebuked, "With Feng Xinglang's IQ, it won't take long to find out the truth!"

"Besides, Feng Ruffian doesn't need your attentiveness! He trusts his own father, and we are just his suspects."

Cong Gang's words were slightly sour. It also feels a bit like sitting back and waiting for a good show.

"Okay. I'll listen to you."

Basong had no choice but to obey orders and obey the command, "Even if we don't say anything, Xing Ba and the others will. It shouldn't delay Ruffian Feng in finding his niece."

After a slight pause, Basong asked one more question out of curiosity that killed the cat: "Is this Feng Tuantuan... really Feng Xinglang's biological daughter?"

Everyone can see it: Feng Lixin, who is so sick that he collapses when the wind blows, cannot give birth to a biological daughter.

Therefore, gossip in this villa community naturally has the objective environment and soil to breed.

"Why are you asking me? You can just ask Feng Xinglang!"

Cong Gang sneered, "I guess Feng Xinglang has the thief's heart, but he doesn't have the thief's courage!"

Feng Xinglang has a thief's heart, but doesn't he have the courage?

I really can’t tell!

…

It's late at night.

But people cannot be still.

Feng Xinglang could tell: Xing Ba must have found some clues. And he had no intention of telling him.

It is very possible that Basong's conclusion that it was the work of a foster son in Hetun should be correct.

Feng Xinglang didn't want to wait any longer, so he decided to take the initiative to 'interrogate' Xing Ba.

He knocked on the car window.

"Prince Xing? It's so late. Do you have anything?"

Xing Ba's skill of pretending to be stupid has always been one of his specialties.

"It's uncomfortable to sleep in the car... My wife and kids are not at home, so you can sleep with me."

"I don't dare to do it! I can't bear it! I'm destined to be a slave, and I'm used to sleeping in a car."

Xing Ba was really flattered by Feng Xinglang's excessive concern.

"Are you afraid that I'll eat you? You're so outspoken!"

Feng Xinglang lit a cigarette. The scarlet cigarette butt drew an eye-catching arc of light in the darkness as he inhaled and flicked the ashes.

Xing Ba couldn't clearly see the expression on Feng Xing's handsome face, and his eyes were passively drawn by those arcs of light.

"Prince Xing, do you miss Xiao Fifteen?"

Xing Ba knew that Feng Xinglang had something to ask him; he simply changed the subject on his own initiative, "I miss him too."

This atmosphere of having nothing to say was awkward.

"Xing Ba, you obviously have a clue, why don't you tell me?"

Feng Xinglang leisurely lit the cigarette ashes between his fingers, "You have to keep me quiet until I make a big fuss in Repulse Bay?"

"Prince Xing, you praise me again."

Xing Ba grimaced, "With your IQ, you haven't found any clues... I'm just going to do my job, what clues can I find!"

"Xing Ba, are you playing tricks on me? That's good!"

Feng Xinglang opened the car door and sat directly in, "Drive to Repulse Bay! I'll ask Hetun to find out!"

"..." Are you trying this trick again?

Xing Ba frowned and said with a headache: "Prince, I am just making wild guesses!"

"Then tell me your wild guess so that I can guess too!" Feng Xinglang said sternly.

"I...I guess...just a guess...it seems to be Xing San!"

Forced to do nothing, Xing Ba could only share what he had guessed with Feng Xinglang.

Perhaps in Xing Ba's view: Although Feng Xinglang is young, he is still very rational and humane!

It is softer, more rational, and more emotional than Hetun.

"Xing San?"

Feng Xinglang was really startled.

He had thought that there should be someone who cooperated with the outside, and that person was someone familiar with the Feng family; but Feng Xinglang had speculated on all possibilities, but he did not include the dead Xing San among them.

"Didn't Xing San already..."

"I also had such doubts! But then I thought: With my third brother's deceitfulness, if he wants to fake his death in front of my adoptive father to escape the pursuit of other adopted brothers, the chance of success is still very high. And... "

"what else?"

"I found footprints on a piece of mud near the fountain. One of the footprints should have been stepped on by a mechanical leg. Although I was wearing shoes, the stress points of the footprints were different from those of normal people, and the heel prints were shallower. This It’s consistent with the leg that was damaged by my third brother.”

Xing Ba's meticulousness is indeed rare. Perhaps it was because he was so familiar with Xing San that he paid more attention to these details than ordinary people.

"Xing San is not dead yet... He is actually not dead!"

Feng Xinglang murmured in a low voice, "It should be him! He has motives and abilities! It matches all speculations! Whether it's yours or Basong's!"

Xing Ba sighed slightly, "Then what are you going to do now? I haven't had time to tell my adoptive father."

"Don't rush to tell Hetun!"

Feng Xinglang snorted coldly, "There's not much use in telling him! It will only alert the enemy! Xing San still has Tuantuan in his hand as a bargaining chip, we can't push him too hard!"

"I agree with this! Although my third brother is not a vicious person, if he is really forced to a desperate end, it will be difficult to say anything!"