Chapter 1302 - Price to Pay

　　Cong Gang was silent for a few seconds, before he finally opened his mouth:

　　"What danger can his father face in the Shen City? With Yan Bang here, wouldn't they feel as comfortable as a fish in water? "

　　The last sentence should be: Why do you have to find him, Cong Gang?

　　"It's really hard to say!" Feng Xinglang seemed to be living a messy life! He allowed his woman to do whatever she wanted outside, but kept the illegitimate son of Nina and Yan Bang in his office … "

　　"Then Yan Bang can go to his place everyday?" Cong Gang said coldly.

　　"It's true!" Basong answered truthfully.

　　Feng Xinglang's actions, were truly inconceivable to him. He had a nagging feeling that this child called Wuyang should be Feng Xinglang's illegitimate child! Why else would he leave Nina and her son in the office while he took his woman away?

　　"Mm, this is good!"

　　Cong Gang replied indifferently.

　　"It's not bad?" Aren't you worried that Feng Xinglang might have feelings for her? "

　　"What does it have to do with me if he doesn't move his feelings, nor does it have anything to do with you?"

　　Cong Gang gave a light snort, which carried some meaning: "However, there should be someone who will interfere!"

　　Who cares? Basong did not dare to ask too much, and it was inconvenient for him to ask too many questions. It was as if Cong Gang couldn't bear to see Boss again.

　　He could not see that Feng Xinglang was doing well, yet he did not kill him! Because with Cong Gang's capabilities, wanting to secretly eliminate Feng Xinglang was simply a matter of time!

　　"Then... What about that little brat Feng Linnuo? "

　　Basong asked, as he peeked outside through the curtain's crack. The little fellow was still persisting in the darkness, knocking on the window gla.s.s of his window with no small amount of force. The sound was loud enough for Basong in the room to hear, but he couldn't hear clearly in the main villa next door.

　　"He was knocking on my window!"

　　"Then let him knock!"

　　"Just let him knock on the door?"

　　Basong asked again, "It's deep into the night, if the little guy gets cold, I'm afraid it would be hard to explain it to Feng Xinglang."

　　Actually, what Basong wanted to say was: For this brat to knock on the door for an entire night, did he even need to sleep?!

　　"Find me three hours later if that little thing is still here!"

　　With that, without waiting for Basong to reply, Cong Gang cut the call.

　　With a bitter face, Basong rested his head on the little fellow's bed and continuously knocked on the window.

　　About half an hour later, the sound of someone knocking on the window stopped. Could it be that the little thing couldn't hold on any longer and crawled back to sleep?

　　Basong wanted to get close to the window to see what was going on, but he didn't expect a low scream from outside, "Ah …" Then there was the sound of living things falling on the lawn.

　　At that time, Basong no longer had reason to consider the order in which the voice came from. He immediately rushed into the living room and opened the door, only to see the little fellow rolling on the gra.s.s, curled into a small ball.