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with Xiao Fengting's order, Tang Qing did not dare to open the door and go out.

On that day, when Xiao Fengting was away, several people came to knock on her door and tried to lure her out.

She didn't know what those people meant, but her heart beat fast with fear when she thought of the people in the restaurant looking at her.

She is like a rabbit surrounded by wolves. She doesn't know what will happen in the next second.

But across the door, as long as she did not go out, those people did not dare to do anything to her.

After all, for them, Xiao Fengting's dignity is still there. Once she goes with them, no matter what happens, it will be their one word thing. After all, the dead will not speak.

In that way, even if everyone knew it was their problem, Xiao Fengting could not deal with them.

The most maddening time was when a four or five-year-old came to knock on the door and said that her hairpin had been left on the carpet in the corridor and asked if she could go out and help her find it.

Tang Qing sat on the bed and listened to the voice of the little girl who was about the same size as the fruit outside the door. There was a chill behind her.

Listening to Xiao Fengting's words, she could hardly imagine the horror of the family. And now in it, she felt more and more crazy about these people.

These big families, even a four or five year old child, are no longer normal people.

All day, Tang Qing couldn't sleep. She lay in bed and tossed about until Xiao Fengting came to accompany her in the evening.

Xu is to see her haggard, the man unties the shirt button's movement slightly a meal, droops the eyes to stare at her: "what happened today?"

"There is a child." Tang Qing told him about the child's search for her.

Xiao Fengting stopped. "Four or five year old girls?"

"Yes."

"She is Xiao letao's daughter." Xiao Fengting said to her, "she should hate me very much."

Tang Qing's heart contracted. She covered her mouth and did not speak for a long time.

Xiao Fengting's tone is still so calm: "she is very smart, it seems that she has a bright future." He had a tone of approval, and did not feel anything wrong.

Tang Qing's wild heart beat slowly stabilized. Her mind was a little confused, "you killed her mother..."

"Yes, so she wanted to get back at me."

"She's only four or five years old."

Xiao Fengting laughed and glanced over her head without saying anything.

Tang Qing sat on the bed, his face gradually calmed down from the panic, but looked a little numb: "I don't quite understand you..."

"This family has survived in this way since ancient times." Xiao Fengting went to bed and gently hugged her. "My ancestor was the last emperor of a certain country. He survived the war and restored himself in another country. I don't know how many generations it has been." It is just that the small country has long been in the dust of history, and there is no record in the history books. However, the royal way of survival that the weak eat the weak and kill each other is still pervaded in this dark family.

The man thought that only by this way can we find out the best leader in the family. Even if the blood will disappear, the family can be handed down forever in the hands of excellent successors.

After so many years, no one knows whether their ancestors' cognition is correct, but their family is indeed extended to the present.