At the scene of the law enforcement operation, the high-ranking officials stood to the side. In a corner by the door, a woman sat on a spacious armchair, with a little boy standing on each side.
There was someone standing behind me serving tea and water, cracking a few melon seeds and giving me a sip of water; the service was very attentive.
Feng Kun's smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Chief Xiao, this is your granddaughter. My wife has mentioned her before, and she is indeed as good as she sounds. She is a clever little girl."
Did Old Master Xiao not notice his sarcastic tone? But he pretended not to.
"Yes, Shishi is very clever."
Zhou Lie and Old Master Lu exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing smiles.
Isn't that clever? That chair must be the biggest one in the room, probably the one Feng Kun usually sits in. This little girl knows how to hit a nerve.
When praised, they even nodded.
"Yes, Grandpa is right, Shishi is very clever."
Having finally squeezed in with his grandson, Song Yunchao mindlessly followed suit, praising, "Shishi is the most clever."
Dry and unassuming, yet brimming with boundless affection.
He let his two grandsons join the crowd watching the excitement, and then walked over to his old friends.
Several people came out one after another, their brows furrowed, because they had found nothing.
The Feng family members also came out, each with an angry expression.
Hong Suying saw Xie Lin and Shishi and gave a cold snort.
"Old Feng, the kids have to go to work, so be careful. I don't know which bastard is so bored that he's doing this kind of despicable thing."
She glanced at Xie Lin as she spoke, trying not to make her meaning too obvious.
Feng Kun scolded, "What do you look like? We've done nothing wrong, so the higher-ups won't let us suffer. Take the children inside, and they'll be doing what they need to do in a bit."
Hong Suying knew her husband was only pretending to scold her. She pouted, glared at Xie Lin, and stormed into the house.
Almost the instant the Feng family stepped into the house, a creaking sound of a heavy object being pushed came from the study.
The mix was neither too loud nor too soft, but the study door was open, so people outside couldn't hear it, but the person in the living room closest to the study could.
That person was Xiao Wang.
He accidentally knocked over the newspaper shelf next to the armchair when he was moving it out. He was cleaning it up when he heard the noise and rushed in immediately.
Whether it was a hallucination or not, he actually saw a large, pointed tail, which flashed by almost instantly.
He suspected there was something wrong with his eyes, rubbed them, and looked closely, but there was nothing there.
It's possible that he was squatting down and then suddenly stood up and ran so fast that his vision blurred.
After comforting himself like this, he stared wide-eyed when he saw the bookshelves inside had been moved. His single eyelids and not-so-big eyes widened in surprise.
There really is a secret room.
He glanced at the steps below, grinned, and rushed out.
"Found it! Found the secret room!"
Hehehe, my performance record is on, I'm about to get a promotion.
Hong Suying and her son turned ashen-faced and barely managed to stay upright by clinging to the wall.
At that moment, only three words came to their minds: We're doomed.
The daughter-in-law of the Feng family was genuinely unaware of the situation; she was completely bewildered.
Does my father-in-law's study really have a secret room?
Xie Lin took in the expressions of these people and sneered. The little girl was right; these people really knew how to act.
They were all so calm and collected just now, exuding an air of injustice and grievance. Now look what happened, they've ruined their performance.
He had just observed the study and marveled at Old Man Feng's skill; the switch had been blocked without a trace, and he hadn't noticed anything amiss before.
The fact that he was able to turn off the switch so quickly and remain so calm can only mean that someone tipped him off when he submitted the whistleblower letter.
"Oh no, this guy wet his pants! You brat, how old is he? Xiao Sheng, do you still wet your pants?"
Shishi pointed at the Feng family's son, her face full of surprise.
The question was asked twice, and the two answered in turn.
Stinky Egg: "He should be around forty years old."
Xiao Sheng: "No, I haven't wet my pants for a long time."
"Ugh, still wetting his pants at forty? How embarrassing."
She held up the small megaphone with obvious disdain.
"Come and see! This man is forty years old, and he's wetting his pants in front of so many people! He doesn't have a toilet at home! Aren't you all in a hurry? If you're in a hurry, you'll have to go home to pee, but there's no toilet here."
Everyone: ...Is the toilet the key?
This is a matter of life and death.
Feng Kun finally panicked.
impossible!
The door needs to have a switch, and it also needs to be locked in place to open.
It was clearly covered up; no one outside the industry could see the trace. It was absolutely foolproof. How could anyone possibly find it?
Grandpa Xiao immediately ordered his two grandsons to hold the person down and take them inside.
"Feng Kun, let's go. As for right and wrong, once we go in and investigate, we'll clear your name as it is."
What a load of rubbish! Just now, the old lady was subtly trying to slander her grandson-in-law, and now look at her—slander, defamation, ugh!
Who's the kind person who dug a secret room in their study?
snort.
He flicked his sleeve and led the way inside.
The crowd erupted.
Feng Kun made a solemn promise, initially thinking it was a false report, but it turns out there was really more to it than met the eye.
Everyone peered in, but because they couldn't get close and couldn't see into the study, they could only point and whisper at the exhausted mother and son.
"What are you doing? Why are you surrounding my parents' house?"
Feng Qiulan and Xie Jiancheng had their heads covered, with only their eyes showing.
An elderly neighbor recognized Feng Qiulan's voice and looked her up and down with a complicated expression.
What's going on here now?
Feng Kun just said his grandson and granddaughter got beaten up. Could these two have gotten beaten up too?
"Qiu Lan, didn't you know something happened to your family?"
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