It could be said that Xing Ba had put a lot of thought into this, and he was also quite shrewd.
He tried his best not to disobey his adoptive father He Tun's order, and he could take advantage of the situation to satisfy the little guy's wish. That way, the little guy wouldn't make a big fuss in the morning, a little fuss at noon, and overtime at night.
It was the little guy who found the abnormality and followed the doctor in to discover the secret. It had nothing to do with Xing Ba.
The only thing he did was to lure Xing Laosi, who was guarding outside, away.
Another advantage was that since it was the little guy who secretly discovered the secret that his father was also in Pater Castle, the little guy would certainly not publicize it. He might even think of a way to rescue his father Feng Xinglang quietly.
By the time the little guy figured out a way, his adoptive father He Tun had already returned to Pater Castle.
As long as He Tun came back, Xing Ba would have finished his task.
What the little guy wanted to do next was the business of his adoptive father and Xing Laosi. It had nothing to do with Xing Ba.
It had to be said that Xing Ba's calculation was extremely shrewd.
Xing Laosi had taught Lin Nuo the basic skills of tracking.
The doctor didn't seem to notice the abnormality behind him. Of course, everyone had their own specialties. His duty was to heal the wounded and rescue the dying.
When the little guy saw his father Feng Xinglang in the dark room, he almost lost control and shouted out loud. He pretended to be calm, covered his little mouth, and hid behind the treatment vehicle.
While the doctor was checking the vital signs of his father Feng Xinglang, the little guy rolled from the back of the treatment vehicle and hid under the board.
The doctor didn't find anything strange, but Feng Xinglang did. The little guy moved fast, but he couldn't escape Feng Xinglang's eyes. He waited for his son for the whole afternoon. That kind of eagerness and expectation could only be experienced after becoming a father.
Therefore, Feng Xinglang was very cooperative with the doctor this time. The examination was quite smooth, and his physical condition was not bad.
Probably with Xing Ba's permission, the doctor unlocked the handcuffs on Feng Xinglang's hands.
After telling him a few more sentences that were similar to 'life is precious', he turned around and left.
One of Feng Xinglang's strong hands was hanging on the edge of the board. The little guy looked at the big hand, and also saw the brown scar in the middle of the big palm. It was left behind after being electrocuted, and it looked somewhat hideous.
Just as Feng Xinglang was about to sit up and call out to his son, who was hiding under the board, he clearly felt a small hand in his injured palm.
Her chubby little hand was carefully touching the wound on his palm. She seemed to be worried that she would hurt him, so she kept her hand very light. Feng Xinglang could even feel the trace of her finger on his palm.
Feng Xinglang immediately tightened his grip on that little hand.
"Nuo Nuo …" He muttered in a hoarse voice.
The little fellow was shocked. He first poked his head out from under the lid to look at the situation in the darkroom. When he found that the doctor had left, he got out from under the lid.
The little fellow leaned against the edge of the rostrum and stared deeply at his father. He pursed his lips and murmured,
"Feng Xinglang, why are you here?"
"I want to kiss my son! That's why I flew over. "
Feng Xinglang described his experience in such a casual manner. It was as if he didn't want his son to feel any sadness or hatred.
The shackle of hatred was really too heavy. Feng Xinglang only hoped that his child could live a healthy and happy life.
But even if Feng Xinglang didn't say it, the little fellow knew that it must be his adoptive father Hetun who brought his father Feng Xinglang to Pater Castle.
Seeing his father Feng Xinglang, who was a prisoner, the little fellow looked sad. He couldn't hide the joy of seeing his family.
"Nuo Nuo, I really want to hear you call me daddy … That feeling, must be cool and handsome."
Since it was not suitable to talk about hatred with his son, Feng Xinglang chose a relaxed and lively one.
He pulled his son into his arms and kissed him messily with his cheeks and his lips.
He seemed to want to rub the little fellow into his body. He was the continuation of his life, the flesh and blood of the same bloodline.
Perhaps he hadn't received the healthy and long-lasting love of a father and a mother, so Feng Xinglang especially wanted his child to have more.
But the little fellow pouted his mouth several times, but he still couldn't say those two words.
"Let's talk about it later … Take good care of your body."
The little fellow's eyes were filled with tears. He didn't satisfy his father Feng Xinglang's request, but he didn't completely reject it either.
Feng Xinglang could see that the little fellow didn't want to express his feelings for his father in this kind of environment, under this kind of pressure.
Feng Xinglang didn't force his child, but kissed him warmly again and again, kissing him until his heart became more and more chaotic.
Just as Feng Xinglang said himself, in Shen City, he couldn't deal with Hetun. Now that he was back to Hetun's nest, he was isolated and helpless, so he was even less of a match for Hetun.
"Nuo Nuo, you have to listen to your dear mommy … You have to protect her for that bastard father. It was really not easy for your dear mommy to give birth to you … She has suffered a lot, suffered a lot … "
'If that bastard father dies, what I owe you and your mother will never be able to repay.'
Feng Xinglang swallowed the rest of his words.
He tightly held his son in his arms, his mood could no longer calm down.
In Feng Xinglang's plan, he had considered that he would suffer some hardships from Hetun, but he still more or less underestimated the enemy. With Xing Er's help, Hetun successfully captured Feng Xinglang and brought him back to Pate Castle.
Their last hope could only be pinned on Cong Gang.
All along, Cong Gang had been Feng Xinglang's trump card, and also his trump card.
Although Feng Xinglang wasn't very clear about the relationship between Cong Gang and Hetun, Feng Xinglang knew that since Cong Gang could save him from Hetun's cruise ship, he was the only one who could save him from Pate Castle!
"Feng Xinglang, are you seriously ill?"
Seeing that Feng Xinglang had been lying on the bed, the little fellow stretched out his little hand to lift the quilt. But Feng Xinglang held his little hand tightly.
The reason why Feng Xinglang kept lying on the bed was that he didn't want the little fellow to see his feet being handcuffed.
The little fellow was only five years old, Feng Xinglang really didn't want to add to his troubles.
"It's okay … Daddy is pretending to be ill."
Feng Xinglang whispered in his son's ear, rubbing the little fellow's ear with the tip of his nose.
"Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat. "
The little fellow was anxious to find something for his father to eat, but he was held tightly in Feng Xinglang's arms, unable to move.
"Nuo Nuo, don't go … Let that bastard father hold you for a while longer!"
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