The beauty of the red mansion

Immediately there was a feeling of pride.

Seeing Mr. Feng sitting in the middle of the crowd and taking his pulse, that figure overlapped with the figure in his memory who was sitting at a desk typing in a suit and a neat suit.

Fenghua secretly blamed himself for being too confused.

The title "Dad" lingered in his mouth, but he couldn't voluntarily call it out.

However, Fenghua is not the kind of person who is entangled to death. As long as he is there, it doesn't matter what he is called.

"Master..." Full of emotion, he called out thousands of times, and Fenghua pushed the crowd away in a trance and walked forward.

There were too many people seeking treatment, and Mr. Feng was too serious, Fenghua's voice did not reach his ears.

At this moment, Jia Baoyu's complexion changed, and he grabbed Fenghua's hand.

Fenghua turned around in a daze, and looked at Jia Baoyu puzzled.

Jia Baoyu winked not far away.

Following Jia Baoyu's gaze, Fenghua saw a strange but familiar figure, his eyes straightened instantly.

The body couldn't help but stiffen.