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

　　Go and ask Feng Xinglang to come to the small dark room set up for his wife and son by his father, the Hetun?

　　Xing Ba was startled and kept silent for a few seconds.

　　Since the little fellow was unwilling to come out, and Lin Xueluo had intentionally added fuel to the flames, Xing Ba felt that it was understandable for him to call Feng Xinglang over to observe and comfort him.

　　The most important thing right now was to coax Lin Xueluo and her mother out of this small dark room!

　　As for what foster father Hetun would think... Slightly apologizing can also improve the harmony of the family, right?

　　"Alright, I will go get Prince Xing. Be careful with Fifteen, and don't let the bugs bite you! "

　　Actually, at this moment, Xing Ba was somewhat familiar with Lin Xueluo's small-mindedness and her thoughts of calling him to observe this little black room. There was nothing bad about letting Feng Xinglang cherish and love them even more.

　　When Xing Ba found Feng Xinglang, he was currently with Hetun in the surveillance room, looking for the place where the little guy had disappeared.

　　Because there was Hetun here, so it was definitely not appropriate to call Feng Xinglang away like this.

　　Xing Ba nudged Feng Xinglang's shoulder with his arm, and used his gaze to glance outside the door; Feng Xinglang immediately understood, and silently followed beside Xing Ba. The two of them walked out of the control room one after the other.

　　"I've found fifteen."

　　"Where is he?" Feng Xinglang asked.

　　"Follow me!"

　　When no one else was around, Xing Ba gave a light snort as if he was saying, "Prince Xing, this is all in the past now, you don't have to worry about it. A beautiful tomorrow is what your family will want!"

　　Feng Xinglang just glanced at the Xing Ba who was pretending to be deep inside, and asked coldly: "Where is Nuonuo? "Bring me there!"

　　Xing Ba raised his eyebrows and gestured with his hand.

　　At the end of the dark corridor, Feng Xinglang saw his wife and children inside the iron fence.

　　The mother and son duo just sat quietly on a makes.h.i.+ft bed, snuggling together in a slightly desolate manner.

　　The wall lamp's tragic light shone on Feng Xinglang's handsome face, infecting it with an endless chill.

　　He opened the gate and entered. He walked straight to Xueluo and his mother's side, reached out his arm and embraced them.

　　"Feng Xinglang, you want to steal my mommy again?"

　　The little guy angrily glared at the b.a.s.t.a.r.d who approached him and Mommy to kiss his father. He then pulled his father's arms around his and Mommy's shoulders to push them away.

　　"When Mommy was locked up in the dark room by my foster father, I was the only one there to accompany Mommy! You don't even know where it is! "

　　Perhaps the little guy was not reminiscing about how sad and desolate he had been when Mommy had been locked up in the dark room. Instead, he was unhappy that Mommy had treated her b.a.s.t.a.r.d father better than he had treated himself. He felt that this must be the result of Feng Xinglang trying to trick Mommy!

　　"It's not easy for foster father to shut up the dark room with me and Mommy now, but you want to s.n.a.t.c.h Mommy away from me … Feng Xinglang, you are truly evil! "

　　The little guy's reprimand caused Feng Xinglang's heart to ache with pain for a while.

　　His son's fight for his love was completely controlled by his emotions. Maybe coaxing the little guy would be fine.

　　However...

　　Feng Xinglang looked around him: the cold stone walls, in the midst of humidity, there was the smell of mildew that couldn't even be seen once every day.

　　A child of a few years old, a delicate woman, confined in such a dark and depressing and corrupt s.p.a.ce.

　　Feng Xinglang felt as if he had turned dumb, and only tightened his arms around his wife and children!