The best prodigal son

After Han Feng chatted with Wan Haoran, he now felt a little more confident, and told Shouhou about the development of this matter, so that he didn't have to worry too much about Ye Xiangyang.

"Young Master Han, so Xiao Yezi might still be sanctioned?" The thin monkey looked at Han Feng and asked.

Regarding the news brought back by Han Feng, Shouhou is still not very relieved. After all, he hopes that Ye Xiangyang will not be imprisoned at all, but now it seems that this possibility is not great.

Hearing Shouhou's question, Han Feng couldn't give him an accurate answer right now, so he just told him, "Everyone is working hard."

Han Feng knew that Shouhou was feeling uncomfortable, so he changed the subject now, "Why don't you take me to see Ye Xiangyang tomorrow."

Hearing Han Feng said that he wanted to visit Ye Xiangyang, Shouhou immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay, I understand."

The next day, Skinny Monkey drove Han Feng to a small village in the outskirts. When their car stopped at the gate of the village, it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

After all, how could anyone have seen such a good car so closely?So many people immediately gathered around, wanting to see what the car looked like.

Shouhou originally wanted to scold the onlookers, but now Han Feng waved his hand, signaling him to take him to see Ye Xiangyang directly.

Han Feng can understand everyone's novelty-hunting mentality. After all, it is something he has never seen before, so it is understandable to be curious about it.

But what Han Feng is more concerned about now is what kind of child Ye Xiangyang is that the thin monkey wants to protect no matter what.

Han Feng followed Shouhou to the front of a red brick house, and there was a child who was hitting the sandbags in front of him, obviously practicing boxing.

Han Feng is now a beginner in boxing, so it can be seen that this kid is not random in boxing, and has his own set of rules.

This 15-year-old child is Ye Xiangyang.

"Little Ye Zi." The thin monkey called Ye Xiangyang softly from behind, and Ye Xiangyang also hurriedly turned around now, and then turned around and smiled at the thin monkey.

"Uncle Skinny Monkey, why are you here?" Ye Xiangyang was obviously taken aback when he saw the Skinny Monkey, and then he immediately set his eyes on Han Feng, whom he had never seen before, "This man Who is it again?"

"Do you still remember Young Master Han who rescued us from it?" The thin monkey looked at Ye Xiangyang and reminded with a smile.

Hearing what the thin monkey said about this matter, Ye Xiangyang understood immediately, and looked at Han Feng and shouted respectfully, "Hello, Young Master Han."

"You're welcome." Han Feng smiled and waved his hands, "I came here today just to see you."

"Look at me?" Now that Ye Xiangyang heard Han Feng say that, he still didn't understand what was going on.

"Why don't we go in and talk about it." Han Feng said with a smile.

"Yes, let's go in and talk." The thin monkey nodded, then looked at Ye Xiangyang and asked, "By the way, where is the rat man?"

"I'm here." At this moment, a middle-aged man with a mustache came out of the room. Not to mention, his buck-toothed appearance really looked a bit like a mouse.

"Why do you have time to come to my place today? Aren't you working as a bodyguard for the boss?" The mouse looked at the thin monkey, and was very happy now.

The thin monkey immediately introduced Han Feng to the mouse, "This is Young Master Han who rescued us from the inside."

"Young Master Han? Hello, hello, hurry up and sit in the room." The mouse is very slippery, and now let Han Feng sit in the room.

The furnishings in the house are quite simple, not even the furnishings of an ordinary family. It can be seen that the mouse's life is quite tight.

But if you think about it carefully, if it weren't for the financial constraints or something that needs money, no one would fight black fists.

The mouse now poured two cups of tea for Han Feng and the thin monkey, and put two red dates in the tea in a decent manner, which is considered a way of hospitality.

"Young Master Han, there is nothing in the house, I hope you don't dislike it." The mouse now offered Han Feng a cup of red date tea with some embarrassment.

Han Feng smiled softly, took the cup of jujube tea, and took a sip without any hesitation, "How could it be?"

Han Feng's actions showed that he would not dislike him. This made the mouse and Ye Xiangyang, who were in contact with Han Feng for the first time, feel quite happy in their hearts.

"Actually, I came here today to talk about your case." Han Feng looked at the mouse and Ye Xiangyang and said.

Hearing Han Feng talk about their case, Mouse and Ye Xiangyang also lowered their heads now, after all, they also knew that the day of their trial was not far away.

"I'm not sure how this matter will develop, but my lawyer friend is already working hard, and I believe it will give everyone a suitable result." Han Feng looked at the mouse and Ye Xiangyang and said with a smile, " I also know that you want Ye Xiangyang not to be implicated, but I don't know exactly how."

Now that the mouse heard what Han Feng said, it also took out a cigarette, and then gave one to Han Feng and the thin monkey respectively, and lit another cigarette by itself.

"Han Shao, in fact, it doesn't matter what we do. After all, you also know that our fists are covered with blood." The mouse took a puff of cigarette, then looked at Han Feng and said, "But little Ye Zi is different from us, he has never punched, so some of us brothers just hope that he can be fine."

"I understand everyone's thoughts, but the final judgment still depends on what the court has to say." Han Feng looked at the mouse and said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter even if you go to jail." Ye Xiangyang looked at Han Feng and said firmly, "Anyway, as long as I can be with my uncles, it doesn't matter to me."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You still have a long way to go, how can you be like some of us?" The mouse frowned now, looking at Ye Xiangyang and growling in a low voice.

Ye Xiangyang didn't dare to speak casually after being yelled at by the mouse, but just lowered his head.

"A child is a child, do you know what a bright future you have?" The mouse continued to teach Ye Xiangyang a lesson.