Feng Xinglang had a handsome and resolute face, with a sharp and distinct expression on it.

　　Handsome and wild: thin, clear lips with excellent contours; a straight nose, full of a domineering shrug.

　　Even his cold and handsome face was filled with a s.e.xy tension.

　　His wheat-colored skin had been well-preserved because he wanted to perform a skin grafting operation on his big brother, Feng Lixin. Good as silk.

　　A black leather suitcase had been opened. It was filled with artificial skin custom-made at a high price in the United States, and it was covered with scars. It's more exquisite and lifelike than the actors in the movies.

　　These props had only been used once. It was something that Feng Yiming had used to fool Feng Lixin when he had brought people to visit, his nephew. At that time, Feng Lixin's body was in a very bad condition, and his life seemed to be hanging by a thread. Feng Yiming did not come to visit out of good intentions, but to see if his nephew, Feng Lixin, was dead so that he could inherit the Feng Group.

　　He didn't think that he would have to use these props again tonight.

　　"Second Young Master, Xueluo is a good girl, are you really going to put these on to scare her?" Butler Mo couldn't bear it.

　　Xueluo should have already felt wronged when she was in the Xia Family, and Second Young Master Feng Xinglang did not like her at all. How hard would her life be!