Hearing Feng Jiuyan's name, everyone stopped running, stopped and looked in the direction of Feng Jiuyan.

It’s really Feng Jiuyan!

The second and third branches of the Feng family were panicking. Feng Jiuyan was standing here peacefully, but who was the woman inside? ? ?

Mrs. Feng San was completely panicked now. She just heard her daughter's voice, it must be real!

It’s over, it’s over, my son is dead, and my daughter is dead too.

Their three rooms are really finished!

He originally wanted to deal with Feng Jiuyan but failed and ended up shooting himself in the foot.

No, we can’t let others find out.

So, Madam Feng San smiled stiffly and said, "Everyone should go back and rest. This is our Feng family's business. We can solve it ourselves and don't bother you."

Master Feng Sanye and the people from the Second House also heard something was wrong, and hurriedly stopped everyone, saying, "Yes, yes, everyone please go back. This is our family matter."

At this time, everyone also noticed that the expressions of the people from the second and third branches of the Feng family were not right.

The more they try to hide it, the stronger everyone's curiosity becomes.

There's no point in only watching half of the fun. If they go back like that, they won't be able to sleep the whole night.

Fang Ming was even more unwilling. If he couldn't punish Feng Jiuyan, it would be the same if he punished the Feng family.

Seeing others having a hard time makes him feel better.

He took advantage of the fact that the second and third branches of the Feng family were not paying attention, snatched a torch from the officer, and rushed towards the people in front who were struggling to separate.

Master Feng San roared, chasing after Fang Ming who was running in front of him, "Fang Ming, stop right there. This is my Feng family's business, it's not your turn to interfere!"

In the dim firelight, Fang Ming saw several people still doing strenuous exercise. They ran forward while loudly reporting the battle situation to everyone, "Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, the young master of the Feng family, Feng Qingshao, is here."

“Ahhh!” Fang Ming screamed, scaring everyone. Fang Ming continued, “And the Feng family’s second young lady, Feng Zirou! Tsk tsk tsk, the Feng family really knows how to have fun. Haha, it seems like the Third Madam and the Third Master Feng are the ones who are crying “Stop thief!”

Fang Ming paused, a little hesitant.

No, why did he see an extremely familiar round body and back of the head!

Coincidentally, the woman was turned over by a man and pressed on him, with her flushed round face facing Fang Ming.

Fang Ming's mind went blank and he looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

How, how could it be, it could be my wife!

Fang's fair body was covered with bruises and purple marks, and her two strong arms were hugging the man above her.

The blood rushed from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and Fang Ming was so angry that he was shaking all over.

He may not love Fang, but he will not tolerate her betrayal or being touched by others.

At this moment, he wanted to rush up and kill her!

Before he could rush forward, the people who were following him and Master Feng San also saw the people in front clearly.

"Fuck, Fang Ming is the one who is crying thief! Tsk tsk tsk, isn't that woman who is enjoying herself so much under him his wife?"

"Haha, there are actually Feng Zirou and Feng Qingshao, the children of the third branch of the Feng family. Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes! It turns out that this couple is also crying thief, I'm afraid they did it on purpose!"

"Oh my god, this is too exciting! Is the one being pinned down by Ya just now Lord Meng? Is the man on top Lord Wang Datou!!!"

"Oh my god! It really is!"

Madam Feng San quickly pushed aside the crowd and saw that her two children looked pale and in pain. She was especially frightened when she saw her precious son Feng Qingshao looking weak and frowning.

She smelled a strong smell of blood. Without time to think, she rushed forward like mad, straight to her son without even looking at Feng Zirou.

Mrs. Feng San, with trembling hands, picked up a piece of clothes from the messy and torn pile beside her and covered her son with it.

She carefully picked up her son's head and placed it on her lap.

Seeing her son like this, Mrs. Feng San was heartbroken. She gently patted Feng Qingshao's face with her hand, "Son, son, son, are you okay?"

Hearing his mother's voice, Feng Qingshao opened his eyes dazedly and said with a frown, "Mom, it hurts, my son hurts."

Madam Feng San was terrified, and she shouted at Master Feng San who was still standing there in a daze, "Master, why are you still standing there? Come and see what happened to our son! Wuuuuuu——"

Master Feng San rushed forward and said, "Son, tell me where it hurts."

Feng Qingshao was out of breath and had no strength to speak anymore. He moved his fingers and pointed downwards.

Master Feng San and Madam Feng San were startled. They lifted up their clothes and took a look at their son's private parts.

Blood, all blood.

The ground was stained red, with a large pool of blood.

The two were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they didn't know what to do.

Madam Feng San saw Feng Jiuyan standing leisurely in the crowd, looking at them coldly. Madam Feng San was furious, pointed her finger at Feng Jiuyan, and cursed, "Bitch! It must be you! It must be you who did this, otherwise how could things turn out like this!"

"Yes, you bitch, it's all your fault! Why don't you come over here and check on my son!" Master Feng San jumped up from the ground and rushed to Feng Jiuyan, wanting to pull Feng Jiuyan to treat his son.

A small stone quickly popped out from Feng Jiuyan's fingers and hit Feng Sanye's knee hard. Feng Sanye felt pain in his knee and knelt on the ground.

Feng Jiuyan sneered, "Master Feng San, be careful with your words. How could I, a girl in the boudoir, do such a thing? Don't try to defile me. Besides, you and Madam San swore that it was me before we even met. What's going on? Could it be that you planned this? Did you not expect that you would plot against your own children?"

Zhang Chong was very satisfied with this excitement. He smacked his lips and pretended to be enlightened, "That's right! Just now, when everyone was standing ten feet away and hadn't seen who it was, you, Madam Feng San, and the people of the Feng family swore that it was Feng Jiuyan and had him thrown into a pig cage. If you say it wasn't you who planned it, I'm afraid no one will believe it!"

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

Pointing at Mr. Feng San and Madam Feng San and the others, he said, "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but you actually plotted against your own son! Haha, you are the thief crying thief, wanting your son to defile Feng Jiuyan! Now, you are reaping the consequences. Your son has been played half to death, I'm afraid he won't survive, he deserves it!"

Zhang Chong continued, "How vicious! Tsk tsk, God has his own way, and no one can escape it. I didn't expect that he would harm his own son. Tsk tsk, I think your children will not survive."

Master Feng San felt guilty, "You, you are talking nonsense! How could I harm my own child!"