Chen Xinglin naturally didn't want to leave, so the driver got out of the car at Feng Siping's request and threw him out. Feng Siping also got out of the car and told the servant not to let Chen Xinglin enter the door.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he was unwilling to accept such a result.

But he had no choice.

The road was blocked again.

Chen Xinglin sat on the side of the road, his heart was heavy. His mother was alive, but no one was alive, no ghost, how could he save his mother?

He was at Luo Yiyi's doorstep, fighting repeatedly, and defeated repeatedly. He was almost fighting to become a fighting god, but when facing this gate, he had no choice. His dignity was trampled on his feet, his face was trampled all over the floor, and he lived like a dog.

He hates others' strength and his own incompetence.

In the cycle of reincarnation, if God can give him a slight chance, he must let this family be destroyed, and it is best for them to die.

Hate, gritting hatred, attacking him.

Until the sun rose little by little, until Feng Siping came back, he said all the good things, lost all the smiles, and regarded his dignity as nothing, and was almost kowtowed and called his mother, but all his efforts were useless.

The door still blocked him outside. Feng Siping had a driver and a servant, and it was more than enough to stop him. He couldn't even see the shadow of Butler Cai.

It was almost noon, and Chen Xinglin returned home slowly. The house was still prosperous and there were many servants. He forced his smile and went to Chen Xiongbing's room.

Chen Xiongbing only slept for an hour or two last night and didn't eat breakfast. No matter how Lao Tang persuaded him, he refused to eat and had no appetite. Instead, he thought Lao Tang was nagging and drove Lao Tang out.

Chen Xinglin learned about his father's situation from Old Tang, and he could also care about the point, "Dad, I'll give you some porridge."

Chen Xiongbing finally saw a breathing besides the servant. The heart that had suffered a 10,000-point blow could not become tough even if he wanted to be tough.

"I don't want to drink, I can't drink it."

Chen Xinglin came to his bedside and waved his hand to let the servant go out, "Dad, I will feed you myself, let my son take care of you, just take a bite, okay?"

Chen Xiongbing lay on the bed, looking at him like this, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. After all, he was just a physical mortal, and he would have times of fragility. He did not nod or shake his head.

Seeing this, Chen Xinglin scooped the porridge with a spoon and handed it to his mouth. Chen Xiongbing opened his mouth and ate it.

One bite after another, Chen Xiongbing was really hungry, and he ate half a bowl in a while.

His stomach was no longer empty, and his mood was getting better. He pushed away the spoon that Chen Xinglin handed over again, "I won't eat anymore, I'm full."

Although I didn't say much, I was under heavy thoughts. The tone of this sentence was a little relaxed compared to just now.

Chen Xinglin smiled, "Dad, it's already noon, and lunch time is up. Let's go downstairs to have a meal."

Chen Xiongbing shook his head. From yesterday to now, his heart was always like a huge rock pressing on it, "I won't go, you go."

Chen Xinglin's tone was gentle, "Dad, I'm here to accompany you."

He asked the servant to bring the food, and he just stayed by his father's side. Although he didn't do anything and couldn't say a few words to his father, but if someone accompanied him like this, Chen Xiongbing could feel a little warmth.
Chapter completed!