Chapter 1160
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In short, Xing San was He Tun's foster son!
Bassoon immediately reported this piece of news to his boss, Cong Gang, instead of Feng Xinglang. The reason for this was self-evident.
"Boss, there's news. Xing Ba mentioned a person called Xing San in Lan Youyou's ward. I'm guessing this Xing San should be one of He Tun's foster sons. "
Bassoon was a latecomer and did not know of Xing San's existence. He only heard Xing Ba's speculation about this person's name.
"Xing San?"
Cong Gang sighed. "He's actually not dead yet!"
Cong Gang paused for a moment before he asked, "What did Xing Ba say to Lan Youyou?"
"Xing Ba seemed to have come to confirm with Lan Youyou. He said Xing San had done a lot for Lan Youyou and warned Lan Youyou not to implicate or use him. Lan Youyou didn't say a word! "
"That's tacit agreement."
Cong Gang replied indifferently before he reprimanded, "This Lan Youyou is really a femme fatale! She crippled Feng Lixin and Feng Xinglang, and now she wants to kill Xing San? Did she ask Xing San to take her daughter, Feng Tuantuan? "
"The situation seems a little complicated. Xing Ba said Xing San's original intention should be to take Lan Youyou away. I think he must've taken Little Lan You away when he saw Lan You's disheveled appearance! "
"Interesting."
Cong Gang snorted lightly. "The little one is definitely more malleable than the big one. They can nurture their relationship from a young age. "
"Then what should we do now? Should we tell Feng Xinglang? "Bassoon asked.
"What's the big deal?!"
Cong Gang rebuked coldly. "With Feng Xinglang's IQ, it won't take long for him to find out the truth!
Moreover, Feng Xinglang doesn't need your attention! The one he trusts is his own father, and we are just his suspects. "
Cong Gang's words were tinged with a hint of jealousy. It also seemed like he was waiting to watch a good show.
"Alright. I'll listen to you. "
Bassoon could only obey. "Even if we don't say anything, Xing Ba and the rest will. It shouldn't delay Ruffian Feng from finding his niece. "
After a slight pause, Ong asked out of curiosity, "Could this Feng Tuantuan … really be Feng Xinglang's biological daughter?"
Everyone could see that Feng Lixin, who was so sickly that he could be blown away by the wind, would not be able to produce a biological daughter.
Therefore, the gossip in this villa district naturally had an objective environment and soil to breed.
"Why are you asking me? You can ask Feng Xinglang directly! "
Cong Gang snorted. "Even if Feng Xinglang had the intention, he wouldn't have the guts!"
Feng Xinglang had the heart of a thief, but did he not have the guts?
He really couldn't tell!
…
It was late at night.
But he couldn't calm down.
Feng Xinglang could tell that Xing Ba must have found some clues. And he had no intention of telling him.
There's a high possibility that Bassoon's speculation was done by a foster son of River Village, and it should be correct.
Feng Xinglang didn't want to wait any longer. He decided to take the initiative to 'interrogate' Xing Ba.
He knocked on the car window.
"Crown Prince of Xing? It's so late. What's the matter? "
Xing Ba's ability to play dumb had always been one of his strengths.
"It's uncomfortable to sleep in the car … My wife and children aren't at home. You can sleep with me."
"You flatter me! I can't bear it! I'm destined to be a slave. I'm only used to sleeping in the car. "
Feng Xinglang's excessive concern really made Xing Ba feel flattered.
"Are you afraid that I'll eat you? You're treating me like an outsider! "
Feng Xinglang lit up a cigarette. The scarlet tip of the cigarette drew an eye-catching arc of light in the dark as he inhaled and flicked the ash.
Xing Ba couldn't see the expression on Feng Xinglang's handsome face. He was passively attracted by those light arcs.
"Crown Prince Xing, do you miss Little Fifteen?"
Xing Ba knew that Feng Xinglang had something to ask him, so he took the initiative to change the topic. "I miss him too."
The atmosphere of trying to find something to talk about became awkward.
"Xing Ba, you obviously have a clue. Why won't you tell me?"
Feng Xinglang leisurely tapped the ash between his fingers. "Do you want me to make a big fuss at Shallow Water Bay before you'll tell me obediently?"
"Crown Prince Xing, you flatter me again."
Xing Ba's face fell. "Even with your intelligence, you didn't find any clues … I'm just doing a stupid job. What kind of clues can I find?"
"Xing Ba, are you playing dirty with me? Fine then! "
Feng Xinglang opened the car door and sat down. "Drive to Shallow Water Bay! I'll ask Hetun about it! "
"…" He's goading me again?
Xing Ba frowned and said with a headache, "Crown Prince, I'm just making wild guesses!"
"Then tell me your wild guess so that I can guess too!" Feng Xinglang said fiercely.
"I … I guess … It's just a guess … It seems to be Xing San's doing!"
Xing Ba, who was forced into a corner, could only share his speculation with Feng Xinglang.
Perhaps in Xing Ba's opinion, although Feng Xinglang was young, he was still very rational and humane.
He was gentler, more rational, and more emotional than Hetun.
"Xing San?"
Feng Xinglang was stunned.
He had thought that someone must be working with the Feng family, and that person must be someone who was familiar with the Feng family. However, Feng Xinglang had speculated on all the possibilities, except for the dead Xing San.
"Didn't Xing San already …"
"I have the same doubts as well! But then I thought, 'With my third brother's craftiness, the chances of him faking his death in front of my foster father to escape the pursuit of my other foster brothers are still very high. And … "
"And what?"
"I found footprints on a patch of mud near the fountain. One of the footprints should have been stepped on by a mechanical leg. Although it was wearing shoes, the force applied on the footprint was different from that of a normal person. The heel print was shallower. This fits with the leg that my third brother was crippled with. "
Xing Ba's meticulousness was indeed rare. Perhaps it was because he was too familiar with Xing San that he paid more attention to these details than ordinary people.
"Xing San isn't dead … He's actually not dead!"
Feng Xinglang muttered in a low voice, "It should be him! He has the motive and the ability! It fits all our speculations! Whether it's your speculation or Bassoon's speculation! "
Xing Ba sighed softly. "Then what do you plan to do now? I haven't had the time to tell my foster father. "
"There's no hurry to tell Hetun!"
Feng Xinglang snorted coldly. "There's no use telling him! It will only alert the enemy! Xing San still has Tuan Tuan as a bargaining chip. We can't push him too far! "
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