The cute baby has arrived: the king of metaphysics

A vigorous and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, I'm Mu Ziming."

Mu Ziming is the name of Mr. Mu.

When he heard the name, Ling Qingfeng's body stiffened for a moment.

Ling Qingfeng did not respond, and Mr. Mu continued.

"I heard that you are quite accomplished in Feng Shui. Could you please give me some advice on the Feng Shui of the Mu family?"

Ling Qingfeng refused without hesitation.

"No."

Mr. Mu: "Then let's meet, okay?"

Ling Qingfeng: "No."

"Xiao Feng, I'm begging you, I don't have long to live, so just treat it as my last wish before I die, okay?"

Mr. Mu's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of humility and expectation.

Ling Qingfeng was stunned for a long time. Just when Mr. Mu thought he would not agree, a very soft voice fell into Mr. Mu's ears.

"Ah."

Hope arose in Mr. Mu's heart. He wanted to say something more, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

Back in time to yesterday afternoon.

Rong Sheng, who had his grandfather's photo frame smashed by Ling Qingfeng before, went to Mu's house to accompany Mr. Mu for dinner.

During the meal, Rong Sheng accidentally mentioned Ling Qingfeng.

When Rong Sheng said that Ling Qingfeng saw the problem with his feng shui at a glance, Mr. Mu's eyes showed appreciation for the strong, and he even wanted to let Ling Qingfeng become Mu Xuanqing's master.

After all, he is riddled with karma. Although he has washed his hands in a golden basin, he is old and will not live long.

Although Mu Xuanqing is a very reassuring child, he is still willing to meet a better teacher and make his child stronger.

With the idea of ​​finding a teacher for Mu Xuanqing, Mr. Mu asked Rong Sheng for Ling Qingfeng's social account.

The only photo on Ling Qingfeng's social account is a photo of her back.

But it was this photo of the back that made Mr. Mu's heart beat violently.

That was a figure that he had never forgotten for decades. With just one glance, he was extremely convinced that this was his Xiaofeng.

Later, Mr. Mu found someone to investigate Ling Qingfeng's information.

This time, he was extremely convinced that this person was his Xiaofeng.

It turns out that Xiaofeng is still alive after all these years.

But if Xiaofeng doesn't come to him, it must be because he doesn't want to see him.

But he was dying, and no matter what, he wanted to see Xiaofeng.

Mr. Mu struggled for a long time and finally made the call the next morning.

He knew that Xiaofeng was a kind child, and even if he hated him, he was not willing to let him pass away with regrets.

........................

After Ling Qingfeng finished eating, he left Lanyuan alone.

Half an hour later, Ling Qingfeng appeared outside the Mu family villa.

As soon as he got off the car, Ling Qingfeng saw Mu Ziming waiting for him outside the door.

The moment Mu Ziming saw Ling Qingfeng, his eyes turned completely red.

After more than thirty years, he finally saw Xiaofeng again.

Ling Qingfeng didn't have much reaction, he just stepped forward to look at Mu Ziming, and then sneered slightly.

"You didn't lie to me this time."

Ling Qingfeng was referring to Mu Ziming's words that he would not live long. He had just calculated that Mu Ziming would not live longer than half a year.

Mu Ziming gave a wry smile. He knew that Ling Qingfeng hated him, and he really should.

"Xiaofeng, I'm sorry."

He had a lot of things he wanted to say to the other party, but when the words came to his lips, he could only say an apology.

Ling Qingfeng: "Oh, but I won't forgive you."

Mu Ziming: "I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just hope you live well."

Ling Qingfeng sneered, as if he had heard some big joke.

"Okay? Haha..."

"Why didn't you stand up and say you wished me well when I was locked up in a dark basement? Why didn't you stand up and say you wished me well when I was being used as a guinea pig for experiments? When I was tortured to the point where life was worse than death. Why don’t you stand up and say you wish me well!?”

Facing Ling Qingfeng's questions, Mu Ziming felt his throat was too dry to speak.

He understood that Ling Qingfeng suffered far more pain than what he said.

"Xiao Feng, I..."

Ling Qingfeng interrupted Mu Ziming impatiently, his beautiful eyes filled with disgust.

"Mu Ziming, put away your dark and hypocritical mask, I don't want to see you perform!"