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"If by chance... Feng Lingxue and that waste have a few sons..." Feng Haiyang slightly smacked his lips, and immediately tasted the flavor of the conjecture.
At this moment, Feng Haiyang's eyes narrowed, "Second brother, are you saying that if Feng Lingxue and that waste have a few sons, they might compete for the Feng Family heir?"
"What do you think?" Feng Haiyong countered.
"This... it can't be, can it?"
Feng Haiyong huffed, "Can't be? Have you ever wondered why Feng Lingxue chose Zhan Yun to be the live-in son-in-law in the first place?"
At that moment, Feng Haiyong's gaze seemed to penetrate everything: "Everyone laughs at Zhan Yun, everyone says Zhan Yun is a good-for-nothing, but why doesn't Feng Lingxue ever want to kick Zhan Yun out? Could it be that Feng Lingxue really likes a waste?"
Feng Haiyang's expression became grave, following Feng Haiyong's line of thought, and seemingly understood something.
