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"This is the good son you taught me. He wants to dig out my tongue?" Lin Feng chuckled, he looked at the middle aged man with interest, his hand lightly knocked on the wall, as though he was a colleague playing a beautiful tune, his actions and actions were extremely generous.

The middle-aged man slapped the fuerdai again, "Do you know who you're talking to? We …"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Feng cut him off, "That's enough."

Lin Feng was not saying these words because he was magnanimous, but he had long since realized that the middle-aged man was fundamentally unwilling to lay his hands on his own son.

Although he hit the fuerdai red in the face, but it did not hurt the vital points. This time, it was only a small punishment for the rich second generation, nothing more.

Rather than wasting his time here, it would be better to just teach him a lesson. If he were to spare his son, the two of them would not be embarrassed.

"This... "But …" The middle-aged man looked hesitant, but his eyes were filled with hope for Lin Feng to let his son go. He spoke obediently, "This son of mine is not sensible.

Lin Feng frowned, he glanced at him, then at his face, feeling annoyed: "I already said, if there's nothing, then there's nothing."

After saying that, Lin Feng felt that there was no need to stay any longer. He turned around and walked into his own hotel room, and closed the door with a 'kacha' sound.

One of them was trembling in anger while the other one was covered in cold sweat. It was really different in their hearts.

He slightly raised his head and looked at the closed door, gritting his teeth as he squeezed out a sentence. However, he did not speak out in front of his father, but only used his voice to say, "Hehe, you're dead for sure."

Because the middle-aged man had yet to recover from his shock, he did not dwell on the mistakes of the rich second generation. Instead, he pulled him out of the hotel, leaving behind the woman, who no one cared about.

Thus, the farce ended, and Lin Feng felt at ease. The middle-aged man helped him clean up the hotel and found a few bodyguards.

The next day, Lin Feng packed up and went out.

He took in a deep breath, and looked at the few large words written in front of him, "Profound Construction Art". His heart trembled slightly as his brows tightly knitted together.

Why did Zhao Lei send Zhao Hua here? Was it to torture Zhao Hua?

After all, if a normal person came to Mental Hospital, they would become a lunatic if they weren't insane.

After secretly retorting for a while, Lin Feng tidied his clothes and headed towards the Mental Hospital with large strides. The reason why he was so fearless was not because he was arrogant, but because this Mental Hospital belonged to someone with Lin Family, so there was nothing to be afraid of if Lin Feng wanted to go to this place!

In the end, all of this was due to Zhao Lei's bad luck. He had to choose which hospital to go to, and this hospital with Lin Family.

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth raised slightly, showing a beautiful curve.

He walked into the mental hospital. The people who walked in and out of the hospital were basically unshaven lunatics, or fat, oily aunts. It wasn't easy for him to find a young man like Lin Feng, with a good temperament, to attract the attention of a large group of nurses.

"Look, look! There's actually a handsome guy there!"

"Wah!" "This is too pretty, I haven't seen it in a long time."

"Hey, go up and ask him, hook up with him."

The nurses by the side grouped together, looking at Lin Feng from time to time, had a bashful expression, and his face had a bit of a blush.

Lin Feng naturally saw all of this, he was not disgusted by their actions, but was instead happy, and a sense of calculation flashed past his eyes.

He slowly walked forward a few steps, pretending to be dissatisfied. He walked back a few steps and looked at his phone from time to time. It was as if he couldn't find the place.

"Did you encounter any difficulties?" Lin Feng's trick had succeeded, as he walked back and forth a few times, a nurse came up to him to strike up a conversation. Her little face was flushed red, making her look very cute.

Lin Feng turned his head, maintaining the cold expression on his face as he looked at her sideways with his lips slightly parted: "Un, I couldn't find the ward."

"Why don't you tell me the name of the patient and I'll find you the patient's room number." The nurse's eyes lit up as she looked at Lin Feng in anticipation.

Someone took the initiative to come to Lin Feng's aid, how could he refuse? After nodding his head, he followed the nurse towards the front desk.

This nurse officer was pretty quick, she found the ward number for Lin Feng not long after, and even told him the exact location with great care. All that was left was to not send Lin Feng directly to the ward.

Lin Feng thanked his and was not ashamed at all that he had taken advantage of her. If one wanted to achieve great things, he or she would not have to bother about small matters. Furthermore, his or his appearance was also a great benefit to him or his. If he or he didn't make good use of his or his strength, it would truly be a pity.

He walked up the stairs, following the number the nurse had given him.

There were no noises in the corridor. Lin Feng was a little surprised at first, but after seeing the doors, he understood that this kind of room had a very good soundproofing effect. It's just that they looked a little ugly.

701...

Lin Feng searched the entire way and finally stopped at a very ordinary ward, which was no different from any other place.

He touched his chin, feeling that something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes and put his hand on the door handle. With a slight twist, he opened the door.

Following a clear sound, the scene inside appeared in front of Lin Feng. It was pitch black inside, and the curtains were thick, making it impossible for sunlight to penetrate through.

The room was filled with the smell of mildew, a feeling that he hadn't breathed in in in a long time. In the corner between the bed and the window, a figure was squatting on the ground, shivering and moaning softly.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, and walked forward a few steps. Only then could he see the man's appearance clearly: Zhao Hua?

He really did not think that the person squatting in the room would be Zhao Hua. Such an easy person, and he was actually forced into Mental Hospital? What the hell did he go through!?

"Ah …" "Don't hit me …" Hearing Lin Feng's voice, Zhao Hua screamed yet again as he ran to the corner to hide.

His messy hair suddenly became even more messy. His face turned even paler, and he looked just like a ghost.