May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"Who provoked you?" Manager Ni was surprised, "This is really rare!" He thought he would see Manager Xing get angry all his life!

"A trivial person." Manager Xing was too lazy to mention Gu Yunbo's name, and asked casually: "Why haven't you rested so late?"

"Mr. recently had poor sleep and couldn't fall asleep. I just gave the ginseng tea."

Mr. Feng's daily life is all done by Mr. Ni.

"Mr. hasn't slept yet?"

"Yeah! Recently, my husband has trouble sleeping less than usual."

"No one disturbed Mr. Xing recently?" Manager Xing was very unhappy when he thought of the last time the fake Sheng Ning came to ask Mr. to complain.

In the Feng's house, no one came to ask her husband to complain. Because that can only show your own weakness and incompetence, and the result of complaints is that you lose the right to inherit. So for so many years, no matter what kind of grievances suffered at home, no one will complain.

Over time, the children of the Feng family have also developed strong survivability.

"No! But..." Manager Ni thought of the recent excitement in the manor, and shook his head helplessly, "Since Shengning came here, the family has been singing big plays every day."

"It will be more lively in the future." The husband has decided to elect an heir from the third generation, and now is just the beginning. At the back, that's the real cruelty.

Manager Xing's voice just fell, and Mr. Feng's gentle voice came from the study.

"Xiao Xing is back? Come in!"

"Yes!" Manager Xing nodded and pushed the door in.

A table lamp was lit in the study, and the gentle light was shining on the desk, and the emerald paperweight glowed brilliantly. Mr. Feng is wearing a woolen blanket and is leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

"Why don't you rest, sir?"

"Can't sleep." The old man opened his eyes, his eyes were full of clarity, "Why are you coming back so late? Is there any progress?"

"Yes!" Manager Xing replied, bending over.

"Sit down!" Mr. Feng pointed to the opposite chair, "Don't stand, I think you are still looking up."

"Yes!" Director Xing respectfully sat down on the opposite chair, "Sir, now it has been found out that the owner of Mithril is called Shengning, and this one at home is definitely a counterfeit."

"That's it..." The old man hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said, "Tomorrow, arrange for someone to take counterfeit goods to go around. I think Xin Tong is not bad. She seems to like counterfeit goods."

It doesn't seem that Mr. seldom shows up, and everything that happens in the manor is clearly known.

"Yes, I think Miss Xin Tong will be very happy."

"Also, the real Sheng Ning is the granddaughter of grandmother, the only granddaughter." Director Xing continued to report.

"Really?" The old man sat upright, "Then is my sister still alive? Is this clear?"

Manager Xing shook his head slowly, "It has been many years."

"Sure enough... it's been more than half a century. When we separated that year, I knew that our siblings would have no fate to see you again in this life." Mr. Feng felt a moment of loss and sorrow, but he accepted more calmly.

After all, he is old, and the person with the loess buried in his neck has already seen through life and death. Although I have always expected this to see my sister for the last time, it is clear.

There is no possibility.

"My aunt gave birth to two sons and a daughter. I heard that the eldest son is already the commander of the People's Liberation Army and the younger son is already the deputy mayor."