Feng Li soon arrived at the gate of the Feng family, thought for a while, parked the motorcycle in the backyard, and led Feng Qiao into the gate.

Today, the room is exceptionally quiet. The subordinates did not dare to breathe too hard, lest the head of the house punish him.

Feng Lin looked at this group of subordinates with a gloomy expression, clenched his hands into fists, and roared angrily:

"A bunch of rubbish! I can't even find the young lady!"

The subordinates fell to their knees and kowtowed and begged for mercy:

"Master, please spare us."

Feng Li frowned lightly and stood quietly at the door, without speaking.

Feng Qiao pursed his mouth, ran in front of the people at once, and said to Feng Lin:

"Dad, they're not wrong."

Feng Lin looked at Feng Qiao in surprise, and then picked her up with great joy.

"Qiaoqiao, you're finally back, Dad is worried about you."

Feng Qiao was suddenly held tightly in Feng Lin's arms, and moved a little uncomfortably.

"Dad, you let me down first."

Feng Lin looked at the lovely daughter in front of him, his expression was a little softer, and put Feng Qiao down.

"Today, if there was no Brother Fengli, Qiao Qiao would not have been able to come back a long time ago!"

Feng Qiao smiled sweetly, ran to Feng Li's side, and shook his hand.

Feng Li looked at Feng Qiao beside him and smiled lightly.

Feng Lin frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"You saved Jojo?"

The people who fell to their knees were amazed and cast a surprised look at the boy.

"Well, why can't it be me?"

Feng Li raised his eyebrows, his tone light.

Feng Lin sneered and did not speak.

The atmosphere in the spacious and luxurious room was gloomy, and Feng Qiao frowned uncomfortably, and said:

"Dad, Jojo wants to rest."

Feng Lin glanced at the maid, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward and led Feng Qiao towards her room.

"Brother Fengli, see you tomorrow."

Feng Qiao turned back as he walked, smiled sweetly, and waved his hand to Feng Li.

Feng Li responded with a smile, and then, looking at Feng Lin, the tenderness in his eyes dissipated.

Feng Lin looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground, and said upsetly: "I will spare you this time!" Get out of here!"

The subordinates hurriedly thanked them, bowed down, and crawled away.

In the hall, only Feng Lin and Feng Li were left.

Feng Li calmly sat on the ancient chair behind him, supported his face with his hands, and said lazily:

"Father, you don't have to come to me in secret. Say, what's the matter?"

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes, looked at the intelligent and noble appearance of the young man in front of him, and smiled angrily.

"Are you willing to call me this father?"

Feng Li's eyes lowered slightly, looking at his bony hands, and he didn't speak.

"Next week, the famous director Liu will go to various high schools to audition for actors.

The new actors who have passed the selection will participate in the upcoming hit drama "The Legend of the Wind and the Moon"

I hope you don't participate and give up this spot to Ciel. ”

Feng Lin held a delicate cup in his hand and sent the fragrant tea to his mouth, filling it with the remaining fragrance.

Feng Li's legs were placed casually, and his fingertips rhythmically slapped the table, contemplative.

'Ink, what do you think?'

[Master, this is a great opportunity for you, if you participate and act well, the number of faith points will grow rapidly.] ]

'Well, I see. '

The young man in front of Fenglin didn't speak, the corner of his mouth smiled proudly, and he took another sip of tea.

Feng Li's eyes lifted lazily, his fingers paused slightly, and his thin lips opened himself:

"If so... Won't I?"

Feng Lin squirted out the tea at once, his luxurious clothes were soaked, and his face was embarrassed and angry.

"Feng Li! How dare you say no to me?!"

Feng Li stood up, and the jade hand arranged the placket of his clothes at will, ignoring the angry Feng Lin, and went upstairs.