His son's occasional retorts more or less lost some of the dignity of a father to Feng Xinglang.

　　"None of your business! "I'll deal with you when we get back!"

　　Feng Xinglang scolded his son in a low voice before placing the little thing back on the ground. Then, he walked forward and grabbed the air conditioner covering the bed with one hand while taking out the heat engine with the other.

　　At this moment, Feng Xinglang already had a vicious aura surrounding him; in order to intimidate Cong Gang, he was forced to come out, he was actually really going to set his ghost house on fire.

　　"b.a.s.t.a.r.d Feng Xinglang, what are you doing?" The little guy was jumping in anxiety, but he couldn't s.n.a.t.c.h the fire engine from his father's hands.

　　A st.u.r.dy black arm extended over, and directly grabbed onto the fire engine in Feng Xinglang's hand that was already on fire.

　　It was Old Four Yannawa.

　　"Call your master Cong Gang out!" Feng Xinglang said in a low voice.

　　"He doesn't want to see you! Please leave immediately! "

　　Yannawa looked at Feng Xinglang with cold eyes, as if provoking him: If you attack again, I won't be polite! I'll throw you out of here!

　　With this posture, even if Feng Xinglang defeated Yannawa, he might not be able to meet Cong Gang himself.

　　Furthermore, Feng Xinglang was wrapped around, who was a little friend of his. Of course, he would not throw his father's face in front of his son, nor did he want the little guy to see his violence and bloodshed.

　　"Tell Cong Gang: If he dares to touch my son, I will fight with him!"

　　After saying that, Feng Xinglang once again carried the little thing up, and after looking at his surroundings with his stern eyes, he walked away.

　　"Feng Xinglang, put me down … I don't want to go back with you! Put me down! "

　　The little guy struggled with all his might in Feng Xinglang's embrace. He had promised the large caterpillar to take care of him for a month, but now, after only taking care of him for three days, it was destroyed by the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father!

　　Of course, Feng Xinglang would not let the little guy go down to the ground, so he held him back even more as they walked towards the black Lexus.

　　Half an hour later, president, who had a dark expression, walked towards the CEO's office while carrying Young Master Feng.

　　Along the way, Linnuo's little friend shouted loudly, "Feng Xinglang, let go of me! You hurt me. It hurts! "

　　Ignoring the cries of the little guy, Feng Xinglang rushed into the office with a dark expression and headed straight for the resting lounge.

　　Wendy rarely saw president being so furious at his own son, so she immediately ran back to her secretary to report to Nina.

　　When Nina rushed over, the President Feng had already locked the father and son duo inside the resting room.

　　It was only Thursday today, so shouldn't it be time for the little guy to go to school? How could she be taken over by the President Feng?

　　This little guy must have p.i.s.sed off his father again!