Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, and felt that his entire body was in extreme pain and powerlessness.

　　That b.a.s.t.a.r.d actually dared to hit him?

　　When he sat up, Feng Xinglang realized that he was wearing all his clothes and had even cleaned up.

　　A strange smile rippled across his lips and then spread across his handsome face.

　　In the end, he still won!

　　Isn't it?!

　　"President Feng, President Feng, Mister Jiang seems to have left a long time ago. Furthermore, his luggage has already been taken away … …"

　　Wendy, who was standing outside of the room, was a bit anxious. "Do you know where Mr. Cong went?"

　　"If you're going, then go. Why are you shouting?"

　　Feng Xinglang opened his bedroom door. It would be weird if the dog still stayed.

　　"President Feng, the time that we agreed on with Jia Fang has pa.s.sed. Please wake up, I have already prepared all the information."

　　Seeing how the president was not bothered by Cong Gang's departure, Wen Di swallowed his words of concern.

　　"I'm tired!" He pushed it back until the afternoon! Go and order, I want a steak. O dragon, bacon, meat, and a bottle of Romanee-Conti! "

　　President Feng's appet.i.te was really good this early in the morning. It was rare to push back business matters.

　　Was it because of the aftereffects of last night's fight?

　　From Wendy's point of view, President Feng was in a rather sorry state last night; as long as Cong Gang fought back, he would be powerless to defend. If not for him using his ident.i.ty as the president to suppress Cong Gang, he would probably have lost very miserably!

　　"Oh, okay, I'll make the arrangements!"

　　Wendy was still worried about Cong Gang's whereabouts. But since the president was cold and indifferent, she still gave up.

　　Sweeping his eyes at the departing Wendy, the corner of Feng Xinglang's lips once again hooked up into a strange smile with malicious intent.

　　So f * cking energetic!

　　Occasionally, there would be a little bit of excitement in his life, but it was also a necessary change in his life!

　　As he stretched his limbs and laid on the kingsize's bed, Feng Xinglang let out a light snort.

　　After that, he picked up his phone and sent a message to a number: "Come back as soon as you have thought it through!"

　　He then threw away his phone and twisted his neck, which had a little acid on it. He then continued to rest in order to replenish his energy.

　　He knew that Cong Gang would return.

　　Some things had already been engraved into his bones. Even if he died, he would die in Shen City!

　　Because there was something he was worried about in the Shen City!

　　… ….

　　Four days after he left for Canada, Feng Xinglang came back to visit.

　　This was because Feng Xinglang had promised her that he would go to Bai's mansion to 'speak out' with the old man on Bai Mo's behalf.