Since his father's whereabouts were unknown, Tang San wanted to seriously ask Feng Ge and Xiao Wu whether they were willing to become his true family.
He had not expected Qin Feng to see through his thoughts.
Feng Ge was too mysterious—or rather, too freakish. If he could, Tang San truly wanted to cut open Qin Feng's head and see what exactly was inside.
At only seven years old, he had known to hire people, buy businesses, become the boss behind the scenes, and somehow make those businesses flourish.
Honestly, in front of Qin Feng, Tang San felt as though his thirty-plus years of intelligence were not enough.
It was as if Feng Ge was the real transmigrator, while he himself was just a fake.
"If there's nothing else, then I'll obediently go lie down over there first. I've already eaten a whole basket of dog food. You two carry on, carry on."
Qin Feng found an excuse and slipped away.
What came next would surely be that classic display of affection capable of dealing a critical blow and making people cough up blood. Qin Feng's heart could not take it.
And so, Qin Feng went beneath a tree and lay in nature's embrace.
About a minute or two later, he heard words along the lines of, "If anyone wants to bully you, they'll have to step over my corpse first."
Qin Feng plucked a flower and gently held it to his nose, breathing in its faint fragrance.
Qin Feng stretched lazily. He had spent the entire past year in Notting City and had barely had time to go anywhere else.
This place was truly too pleasant.
Time slowly passed, though he had no idea how long it had been.
Then Qin Feng suddenly heard a sharp whoosh and jolted