One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　Chapter 932 - The Favor I owe!

　　Taking advantage of the moment that the Feng Brothers was in trouble and was' decadent ', Feng Yiming started to stir up trouble again.

　　His goal was clear, and that was to monopolize Feng Group.

　　Actually, Feng Lixin didn't care: If Uncle Feng Yi wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h it from him, he would have to take it!

　　But Feng Xinglang definitely did not agree!

　　Just a few casual words caused Feng Lixin's fighting spirit to rise.

　　"You have a daughter! Do you want to keep your daughter poor for the rest of your life? "

　　Of course a daughter has to be rich!

　　Apart from mental food, there was also a rich material life for her!

　　Moreover, Feng Lixin even loved his daughter as if he was his life!

　　Early in the morning, the Feng Brothers had rushed over to the Feng Group to resolve the problem. When they left, the two little girls were soundly asleep.

　　Xueluo stayed at home to take care of the two children.

　　Not long after Feng Xinglang and his brother left, Xing s.h.i.+'er quietly appeared in the courtyard of Feng Family's villa. It was most likely because he saw that Feng Xinglang had left, that he had entered.

　　Facing the uninvited Xing s.h.i.+'er, the Nanny An was slightly stunned. Nanny An knew that Xing s.h.i.+'er was Hetun and his sworn brother; he also knew that Hetun was actually Second Young Master's biological father!

　　All of this had really gone through a lot of twists and turns!

　　"Mr. Xing, you come … What's the matter? "

　　Since he didn't know how to address Xing s.h.i.+'er's Nanny An, he could only use "Mr. Xing" as a subst.i.tute.

　　"Let me take a look at fifteen."

　　In front of the Nanny An who was over a hundred years old, Xing s.h.i.+'er deserved to be gentle.

　　"Nuonuo is still sleeping."

　　"No problem, I'll be waiting."

　　"Then... Please sit down. Would you like something to drink? " Nanny An greeted.

　　"No need! "Thank you."

　　Hearing a sound from downstairs, Xueluo who was already up went downstairs.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er was sitting in the living room of the Feng Family, flipping through the financial newspapers on the tea table without even looking at them.

　　"Twelve? "Why are you here?"

　　Xueluo asked in a slight daze.

　　This was the first time Xing s.h.i.+'er came to the Feng Family as a guest openly.

　　"I'm here to pick up fifteen. My foster father is going crazy just thinking about fifteen! "One doesn't even want to eat."

　　It was not because Hetun ordered Xing s.h.i.+'er to come pick him up; rather, it was because Xing s.h.i.+'er could not bear to see this grandson of his getting sick from all the thinking.