There is no such father and son in the world, but the more likely they are to be, the more shady things are going on between them.
Suppressing his worry, Zheng Ruqian casually remarked, "I wonder where Wang Fufeng is being held. He's such a pitiful person."
Wang Mingyu sighed, "It's quite pitiful. My third uncle's family's houses are mostly in the southern suburbs, probably in the south."
The southern suburbs.
Zheng Ruqian breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the freshly made hawthorn cake outside the window, diverting Wang Mingyu's attention.
"I want to eat! I want to eat!" he cried.
Zheng Ruqian bought two cases, giving one to him as a token of gratitude, and smilingly slipping the other into his sleeve for his younger siblings.
The two strolled around for a while longer, and when the servants returned, Zheng Ruqian excused himself, saying he had something to attend to at home.
Wang Mingyu was quite reluctant to part with him, waving his hand repeatedly, "Brother Zheng, you must come visit me again. I enjoy playing with you."
Despite being surrounded by admirers, Zheng Ruqian stands out like a breath of fresh air.
Unfortunately, it appeared too late; a stubborn rock cannot be turned into gold.
After saying goodbye to Wang Mingyu, Zheng Ruqian returned to the Zanhua Courtyard. While taking out some hawthorn cakes, he sighed, "Wang Fufeng was probably taught a lesson by Master Wang and locked up, and he's probably in the southern suburbs."
Xu Mo frowned. "Near the southern suburbs? The southern suburbs are so big, don't you have a detailed address?"
Zheng Ruqian shook his head heavily.
Jiang Sheng, who was distributing hawthorn cakes, stopped upon hearing this and said with a bitter face, "This Brother Fufeng is already sickly. If we punish him further and lock him up in the remote countryside, I'm afraid..."
I'm afraid he won't survive.
Xu Mo suddenly stood up. Although he hadn't actually met Wang Fufeng face to face, he could sense from Wang Fufeng's handwriting that the sickly young master's heart was definitely turbulent and unwilling.
"I owe the Sun family a favor, and I'm going to find him," Xu Mo said firmly.
Wang Fufeng brought down Sun Yu and avenged Qiao Yuhe's family. He was a good man, a man of great wisdom and understanding. He shouldn't have been treated this way, and he shouldn't have died quietly in the southern suburbs.
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