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　　Chapter 832 - Crazed by Feng Xinglang!

　　Feng Xinglang said that she would cooperate with him, and Cong Gang was not surprised.

　　If it was anyone else who was treated like that by their own father, they would all more or less feel resentful.

　　Cong Gang stared deeply into Feng Xinglang's eyes.

　　In truth, Feng Xinglang was not ruthless. Compared to the ferocious and vicious Old Poison Fish Hetun, he was just like a small witch meeting a great one.

　　It could even be said that Feng Xinglang was merciful.

　　To be merciful to Feng Lixin, to Lan Youyou, to Yan Bang … Towards his own father, Hetun, he would similarly choose to be merciful!

　　Every time Feng Xinglang got angry, it was only a small matter in Cong Gang's eyes. Even if it was against Cong Gang, he would only scold him on flesh and blood.

　　Perhaps it was precisely because of this kind of loyal affection from Feng Xinglang that he had acquired so many willing followers by his side.

　　He, Cong Gang, was naturally one of them!

　　Four eyes met. Cong Gang paused for a good while, then slowly spoke. "Hetun … "After all, your father is more suitable to be in physics, be it from the point of view of ethics, blood, or emotions, or it's better if I do it myself!"

　　"He's not mine. Father. Not now, not in the future! It will never be! "

　　Feng Xinglang's gaze turned serious. It was as if he didn't like hearing any words related to 'Hetun'.

　　He kept rejecting them in such a way.

　　"What you are saying sounds like a three year old child! The existence of the Hetun s is not something that you can avoid if you want to! "

　　Cong Gang used the tip of his thumb to wipe off the blood at the corner of his lips, "Feng Xinglang, you're actually very kind! Your magnanimity is not something an ordinary person can achieve. Just like me, I can't do it! "

　　"Let me out!"

　　Feng Xinglang looked coldly at Cong Gang. He really did not want to hear about Cong Gang's a.n.a.lysis of his human nature.

　　It was as if someone was maliciously showing off his weak points in front of others.

　　"Yes. Tomorrow night, you can leave. to live the life you want to live. "

　　And then there was the last sentence: I will pave the way for you!

　　"Do you have a sense of accomplishment in locking me up like an animal?"

　　Feng Xinglang asked coldly. It was a smile, yet not a smile. It was somewhat bitter, and there was a faint tinge of desolation in his expression.