"Brother, I didn't."

Feng Xibei tapped the table lightly with the tip of his pen, looking a little unhappy.

"I think these rabble were sent by someone. Tangtang must have offended someone, but Tangtang is a girl who never leaves the house, who could she have offended?"

Feng Zihao was a little furious, "Dad, let's arrest the man and try him, then we'll know. If they did it for money, we'll pay double the amount. There's nothing we can't pry open his mouth about."

Feng Xi: "Asshole, we live in a society ruled by law now, and we cannot resort to extraordinary measures unless it is absolutely necessary."

Feng Zihao: "But are they using any clean means?"

They were silent for a moment. Feng Xiye rubbed his brows tiredly and said, "You guys go back and rest first. Don't worry, Tangtang. Dad will take care of it for you."

Haitang's eyes were filled with tears, and she forced a smile, "Thank you, Dad."

...

Haitang returned to her room, and Feng Zihao followed her in. As soon as he closed the door, he hugged the girl tightly in his arms, "Tangtang."

Haitang didn't struggle, but just let him hold her dejectedly.

"Don't worry, Tangtang. I will definitely help you deal with these scumbags."

"Um."

Haitang raised her head and looked at him, "Brother, I want to be alone, can you go out? And... don't touch me in the future, I'm dirty..."

Feng Zihao's pupils contracted violently, and his heart felt like it was being torn apart. He hugged her even tighter, "Tangtang, don't talk nonsense. In my heart, Tangtang is the most beautiful girl. I will protect you from now on."

Haitang raised a sarcastic smile and nodded.

He sent Feng Zihao away, locked the door, looked casual, took a comfortable bath, lay down on the bed, picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Leng Qingfan.

(Haitang: My dear, I miss you.)

Buzz, reply immediately.

(Leng Qingfan: How much do you miss him?)

(Haitang: I want to think about it!)

(Leng Qingfan: Then I will pick you up now?)

(Haitang: See you tomorrow.)

After sending the message, Haitang threw the phone aside.

99: "Host, why are you still in the mood to chat with Leng Qingfan? Why don't you tell Feng Xi and the others that Lu Chenge is Chen Qianqian's childhood sweetheart? Wouldn't it be faster to advance the plot that way?"

"Sake barrel, are you teaching me how to do this?"

99: "No, no, I don't dare."

"Then stop nagging me. It's annoying."

99:"......".

"It's almost holiday time. I have to find something to cook for them, and then I'm going to go out and play. This country is so beautiful."

...

Leng Qingfan stared at his phone for a long time. How come this person didn't even reply? It was so annoying...

...

The next day when I picked up Haitang at the school gate, her eyes were red, as if she had been crying...

Leng Qingfan looked a little nervous, and he hurried forward to hold her hand, not caring whether she replied to his message or not.

"What's wrong? Are you crying?"

Haitang decisively shook off his hand and walked forward.

???

Leng Qingfan took a few quick steps to stop her, "What's wrong with you? Did I do something wrong?"

Haitang looked at him, walked around him and continued walking forward.

"Qing Fan, I'll go to your house after school tonight. I have something to tell you. Don't touch me now."

Leng Qingfan was a little at a loss, feeling uneasy the whole day. As soon as school was over, he grabbed his friends and went home.

Haitang sent a message to Feng Zihao in the afternoon.

(Haitang: Brother, I’m not in a good mood. I want to chat with my classmates. I might not go home. Don’t worry.)