Feng Huaijin: "...heh."
Su Li, that little brat, really made things difficult for him.
Feng Huaijin, with a stern face, instructed the maid to send the ginseng soup back to the kitchen, opened the laptop in front of him, and saw indeed, half an hour ago, he had received an email.
Feng Huaijin’s expression gradually beca severe as he opened the email.
The bluish glow from the computer illuminated Feng Huaijin’s serious, handso face. He habitually stroked his chin with his fingertips while thinking, his gaze becoming increasingly cold.
This was an undercover report.
Feng Ciye returned to An City, but instead of going to the Feng Family’s office, he bypassed Mu Shian to find Mu Qingi, hoping she would take him to visit the Mu Family’s old house.
Visiting soone else’s house is quite a common thing, but bypassing his friend Mu Shian to find Mu Qingi?
Mu Shian indeed has been anxious lately because of the entertainnt industry turmoil investigation.
However, this matter seems a bit odd.
Feng Huaijin stroked his chin with his fingertips, a hint of an intriguing smile gradually erging on his lips.
Those long, beautiful hands rested on the softly glowing chocolate-colored keyboard, one square character after another blossoming under his fingers, and so an email was sent...
Feng Ciye, ah, Feng Ciye.
He really wanted to see what this Fourth Brother was up to.
Feng Huaijin had a premonition that this news might excite him.
*
The weather was as nice as usual, the morning sun during sumr vacation wasn’t too scorching, but it did cause a thin layer of sweat.
Feng Ciye’s attire made Mu Qingi’s eyes light up, wishing he would debut imdiately.
Feng Ciye was wearing long blue jeans, making his already long legs seem even longer, his waist, cinched with a belt, was extrely slender. On top, he wore a short-sleeve white shirt with faint pink and blue stripes, looking extrely youthful, like a gentle college student.
Mu Qingi lightly brushed her ink-like short hair and sighed, "Fourth Young Master not debuting as a star is such a waste."
Feng Ciye’s tone was indifferent: "Miss Mu has a deep interest in inviting people to debut? A few days ago, you saw Mo Si Huang who is an Emperor Mo; it would be even better to pry him over."
Mu Qingi clicked her tongue twice, the image of Mo Si Huang floating in her mind.
Well, Emperor Mo is too cold and too narcissistic; she was just borrowing fire, and he really thought she was hitting on him?
"Let’s go."
The two of them headed towards the Mu Family’s old house.
The Mu Family’s old house actually doesn’t have many people living in it anymore. After the grandchildren grew up, they all moved out. Grandmother passed away long ago, and grandfather, not wanting to disturb his children and grandchildren, voluntarily went to a nursing ho where he plays chess and chats with old friends, quite at ease, only returning to live on weekends.
Therefore, the Mu Family didn’t have many people, only so cleaning maids around.
Mu Qingi laughed on the side, "I don’t understand Fourth Young Master’s purpose here. Our old house can’t compare to the Feng Family’s hundred-year nobility and forr Prince Mansion lineage."
Feng Ciye’s tone was calm: "I don’t live in the Feng Family’s old house."
Mu Qingi, hearing this, silently regretted her slip of the tongue. The Feng Family’s old house only had Madam Feng and Feng Huaimu Feng Huaijin’s formal courtyards. The other illegitimate children lived in villas outside, not qualified to live in the old house.
Feng Ciye then asked, "Do you know the Mu Family’s eldest young master?"
Mu Qingi furrowed her delicate brows, looking towards the butler behind her. That butler had been in the Mu Family for years and knew many things.
Upon hearing Feng Ciye ntion the Mu Family’s eldest young master, the butler’s eyes flickered, saying, "Our eldest young master passed away over twenty years ago. Why does Fourth Master Feng ask about this?"
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