After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

"What?" Fang Junhong couldn't help himself, and his originally calm expression suddenly became one of disbelief.

"Dad, you're kidding!"

Qin Lang picked up the cigarette on the table and lit it. It was given to him by Chen Pingan's bodyguard.

"I'm almost 74 years old, and I'm in great shape, with no hidden injuries. I even had a checkup in Australia, and everything was fine.

Chen Ping'an promised to leave me 3000 million, which is enough for me to live in peace until I die.

Do you think this is the case?

All my sons and daughters are dead, what good is it for me to have so much money?"

Fang Junhong stared at Qin Lang, clenching his fists tightly.

No, you can't be angry or lose your temper.

There are surveillance cameras here, absolutely. Otherwise, that rebellious son wouldn't let Qin Lang and I stay together like this.

He definitely wants to get some information from me.

As for Qin Lang, no matter whether he cooperated with that rebellious son or not, he would at least ask some questions.

Just hold on, hold on!

Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

Qin Lang smoked slowly, looking at Fang Junhong's face close to him through the smoke.

To be honest, if he suddenly attacked with a fruit knife, he would not necessarily be unable to kill the beast.

But not necessary.

Let Chen Pingan and him fight it out between life and death. Why should he help that little beast kill his own father?

He smoked slowly and watched Fang Junhong's reaction.

Although Fang Junhong knew that the other party was observing him, he could not hide the depression in his heart.

Too much!

Too much money for the old stuff.

I want it!

Qin Lang continued: “I went to Australia and checked the account.

The antiques are all there, and the cash is less than 800 billion."

He smiled and said, “Peihua spends money too quickly.

I don't know when you killed him, but in just 20 years, it would have cost you over 10 billion per year..."

Outside, Chen Xiaolong was shocked.

He pulled Chen Pingan and said, "The old man said he would buy his own life with money! Did you agree?"

Chen Pingan: “……?”

"Even now, in addition to antiques and calligraphy and paintings, there are still more than 700 billion!" Chen Xiaolong's eyes turned red.

Chen Pingan looked at him with a half-smile, "Want it?"

Chen Xiaolong nodded decisively, "I do!"

inside.

Fang Junhong had a gloomy expression, but Qin Lang saw it but didn't care.

"I only regret one thing now, Junhong, do you know what it is?"

Fang Junhong said with a cold light in his eyes, "I don't know what else in this world can make you regret?

An old man in his seventies, alone, possesses endless wealth.

You should be a winner in life."

Qin Lang felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he endured it, "Whether you killed Peihua or not, you will die. It's a pity that I can't personally send you down to accompany Xiaolian and her elder brother.

Besides, I haven't found any information about your illegitimate child in Japan, otherwise, I would kill him with my own hands!"

Fang Junhong's defense was broken.

He doesn't care about anything, but his son is only a few months old. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he can't visit him often.

"I believe you definitely have photos of your current illegitimate child in your phone, right?"

Qin Lang chuckled, then his smile faded and his eyes turned vicious. He gritted his teeth and said, "You killed Peihua, and Xiaolian also died because of you. I regret it. I regret not killing you, you beast!"

Fang Junhong didn't even look at him. He looked around the room in the direction facing him and touched the edge of the table with his hand.

There are some things he cannot say, absolutely cannot say them, otherwise it will cause trouble.

"I only have one illegitimate son, Hongjun, your grandson, and he is dead!

Also, although I don’t believe you would give so much money to Chen Pingan for nothing.

But even if you gave it to me, I would just be happy.

Because Chen Pingan is my son, the son of Zhao Wei and me, have you forgotten?

What's the difference between this and what you gave me? In the future, Fang Group will also belong to my son.