Lin Feng knew about that piece of land and was impressed by it.

Originally, a small park was built on the land, and it was very exquisite and used for free as a public place. This is the so-called public welfare activity that the Jin family did in order to enhance their fame. However, the power of the Jin family declined and many companies were about to go bankrupt. So they set up this park for a fee. Even if it was a drop in the bucket, they were willing. Later, Lin Feng's mother bought it at a high price, which also solved a lot of capital turnover problems for the Jin family.

His mother did all this not because the soil is so valuable, but because it was the place where Lin’s father met for the first time. She wanted to buy it and spend time with Lin’s father as a memory.

But now...

Lin Feng sneered a few times. If his mother under the underworld knew that this land had become a gift from Lin's father to Song Yue, she would definitely be heartbroken!

Wanchen and Xia Jue didn't know why Lin Feng suddenly looked like this, and didn't know what to say for a while, so they had to stand still with Lin Feng, staring at the decoration in the yard in a daze.

"Ah! Grandpa, poison me again!" A sudden scream broke the silence between several people, and it was the voice of the young boy.

Lin Feng came back to his senses and said lightly: "Go in and take a look."

The three of them went into the main hall and saw clearly the current situation.

The young boy who had finally crawled in and was still jumping around and lay down to the ground, scratching his skin with his hands desperately, covered with small red bumps, large patches, and looked very creepy. He rolled and screamed.

Such a situation, how could it be so miserable!

But the old man sitting on the side was calm and could not help but worry about the young boy, and even a little gloating. He hummed a few times and continued, "I'll tell you that I'm disrespectful to you, this is your end."

"Oh, grandpa, why are you like this?" The young boy stopped, lay on the ground and stared at the old man.

After saying this, he rolled to the side and tickled.

The three of them looked confused, looked at the young boy and the old man.

Lin Feng reacted first and said to the old man: "I guess this is the owner of this big mansion, right?"

He just wanted to speak a few greetings, but he didn't know how to call this old man, so he squeezed out such a sentence.

"I have a name, Xing Tian, ​​don't call it the owner of the big house." The old man waved his hand and expressed his dissatisfaction with Lin Feng's name.

Lin Feng was stunned. This old man actually called himself Xing Tian?

Isn’t that a mythical character in the “Shan Hai Jing”? Could it be that the old man’s name is so evil?

Xia Jue swallowed his saliva and couldn't help asking: "What's that kid's name?"

"Call Xing Xing." Xing Tian took another sip of tea, paused, and pointed to the chair over there: "You sit on your own, the person who comes is a guest."

"Okay." The three of them agreed and sat down along the place where he pointed.

The decoration inside the main hall is even more exaggerated than the ones outside. The old man Xing Tian seemed to be afraid that others would not know that his family was rich. He was covered with famous paintings and antiques were everywhere on the table. Even the flower arrangement vases placed on the table where he placed teapots were tens of thousands of fine items on the market.

Lin Feng subconsciously looked at Xing Xing who was still rolling on the ground, and couldn't help but contempt for the boy.

The coarse cloth clothes he was wearing were already very worn, and the pants he wore were like they were about to be torn, and they couldn't hold them any longer when they hung on them. The dusty appearance was completely incompatible with this luxurious house.

"That..." Lin Feng hesitated for a while, but couldn't help asking: "I don't think your decoration is as if you are short of money. So what's going on with your grandson?"

"Oh, this?" Xing Tian put down his teacup and stood up slowly. Although his temples were gray and probably less than seventy years old, his body was very tough.

He stepped on the soft blanket and his body was straight. After a long time, he touched his beard and said, "As the saying goes, boys should be raised in poverty, and I should do a good job of being conscientious enough!"

"Puff." Lin Feng had just drunk a sip of tea when he suddenly heard his words, and he immediately spit out a sip of water. On the slightest, it seemed like a celestial girl scattering flowers.

Wanchen, who was beside Lin Feng, suffered a disaster. Lin Feng was sprayed with a full sip of water and could not even open his eyes.

"Cough cough." Lin Feng coughed desperately, and tears came out of his eyes.

Seeing that the noise was so loud, Xing Tian turned around and looked at Lin Feng. His face suddenly turned black and he rushed forward a few steps: "Oh! You, you... do you know how expensive the tea you spit out is?"

Lin Feng's expression was slightly confused.

Is this old man paying attention to so strange? I just spit out a sip of tea!

Unexpectedly, Xing Tian did not stop at all, but pointed at his table and the blanket on the ground and howled loudly: "You, you! You spit tea when you spit tea, why are you so cruel to my things? Do you know how expensive these things are?"

As he said, he squatted down and carefully checked the blanket on the ground, confirming that there was no hair loss except for some water stains on it, so he felt relieved.

Another suddenly stood up. He took out a small handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the table stained with water, and finally blew it out loud a few times, as if he was worried about the dust on the table.

Seeing his actions, the three of them rolled their eyes speechlessly.

This old man is a little too stingy!

What kind of stingy behavior is this? Because Lin Feng sprayed a sip of tea, he bowed his head and bent down to check the furniture.

Moreover, his grandson dressed so simply that it was...

Too stingy!

Lin Feng thought to himself that he didn't know what Xing Tian came from. His family was so rich, but he had never been famous in the world. Moreover, his house was built on the territory of the black market, and his identity was even more difficult!

"Old man, stop beating here, I'll pay you money." Wanchen really couldn't stand Xing Tian's actions, so he bent down and pulled him up, and rolled his eyes: "I said you are too stingy, right?"

"What's wrong with me? I'm inheriting the fine traditions of our ancestors! I'm called thrift!" Xing Tian said with a loud bang, with a righteous look on his face: "By the way, you want to compensate me, but the truth?"
Chapter completed!