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　　Chapter 507: Like a battered woman!

　　Cong Gang did not even glance at him as he continued to take care of the bowl of monarch s orchid beside him, waiting for the next part of the story in a way that completely ignored Feng Xinglang.

　　He knew that Feng Xinglang had always been in his haunted house.

　　Feng Xinglang pinched off a b.u.t.terfly orchid and brought it to his nose to take a whiff, but he could not smell any fragrance from it.

　　From Feng Xinglang's actions, it could be seen that he was not the type of person who would take the initiative to show tender concern for the fairer s.e.x.

　　Flowers like women, between appreciation and picking, Feng Xinglang habitually chose the latter. It was the same for women.

　　That was why it would be very painful for a woman to fall in love with Feng Xinglang. So was Lin Xueluo.

　　"Hetun has returned to Shen City."

　　Feng Xinglang was not in the mood to admire the potted plants and flowers in the room.

　　"Yes."

　　Cong Gang glanced at the b.u.t.terfly orchid that was. .h.i.t by Feng Xinglang's bullet and snorted indifferently.

　　"There's another Xing s.h.i.+'er by his side."

　　Feng Xinglang said again. There was a long, forlorn ending.

　　Seemingly, he could still recover from the sharp pain from seeing his son Linnuo's injured face.

　　"Yes."

　　Cong Gang still grunted in agreement. Faint, like a perfunctory response.

　　"He has my wife and children."

　　Feng Xinglang asked again.

　　"Yes."

　　Cong Gang replied again.

　　Feng Xinglang paused, and swept his narrowed eyes over Cong Gang, who was still in the midst of tidying up the pot of monarch orchids.

　　"Speak properly to your father!" Feng Xinglang scoffed in hostility.

　　Only then did Cong Gang raise his eyes and swept his gaze across Feng Xinglang, and leisurely replied: "Does this have anything to do with me?"

　　It was indeed not that important!

　　More than ten years ago, he had rescued the dying Cong Gang from Chinatown, and many years later, Cong Gang had saved the hanging Feng Xinglang from the Hetun.

　　Therefore, Cong Gang saying that it had nothing to do with him made a lot of sense.

　　But Feng Xinglang was extremely unhappy! He felt that Cong Gang should not have used such a tone to talk to him, his master!

　　Perhaps, in Feng Xinglang's opinion, saving Cong Gang was an enormous gift; but Cong Gang saving him was what a follower like him should do.

　　Feng Xinglang's actions and demeanor always brought along a little bit of subjectivity and arrogance.

　　"Why do I feel like my hands are itching to hit someone?" Feng Xinglang hissed coldly.