Feng Yiyue said nothing, turned around and walked out of the room and went directly to the room where Tang Rong was kept.
Mu Qing was a little worried and prepared to follow Feng Yiyue.
"You stay and watch her."
Opening the door, Feng Yiyue could hear a subtle humming sound.
The room was covered with soundproof cotton, so it was no wonder that Mu Qing couldn't hear the sound before.
Turning on the light, Feng Yiyue scanned the room.
It was a mess, all the furniture and items were smashed, and nothing was intact. A rickety voice lay curled up on the ground, and the miserable humming sound came from the mouth of that figure.
Feng Yiyue walked forward and saw an old man without any shoes lying on the back of the tattered leather sofa.
The old man was skinny and skinny, with sunken eye sockets and traces of blood stains on the corners of his mouth. He looked very weak.
If she hadn't met Tang Rong not long ago and knew that there was a large black mole next to Tang Rong's eye socket, which looked exactly like the old man in front of her, Feng Yiyue would never have thought that this person was Tang Rong.
No matter what, I never thought that Tang Rong would become like this.
When she entered the Tang family when she was young, Tang Rong was majestic and loving to her. Later, after leaving the Tang family, Tang Rong was hateful, and even later Tang Rong was also pathetic.
But it won't be like now, where the majestic image of Tang Rong that I built in my heart when I was young suddenly collapsed at this moment.
Feng Yiyue didn't feel happy inside, but instead felt an inexplicable melancholy.
Although she thought her fate with the Tang family was over, she still felt some indescribable emotions when she saw Tang Rong like this.
I really didn't expect that Tang Rong would become like this in just a few days.
Feng Yiyue knelt down and prepared to help Tang Rong up.
Tang Rong suddenly widened his eyes: "Hua Rong?! Hua Rong, why are you back!"
"Hehehe...are you going to take away everything you left behind?"
Looking at Tang Rong's crazy appearance, Feng Yiyue had mixed feelings in her heart. Huarong was her mother's nickname, and she did have some similarities with her mother's features.
Unexpectedly, Tang Rong still remembered his mother.
"I'm not my mother, I'm Feng Yiyue."
"Feng Yiyue? Who?" Tang Rong shook his head. He was obviously supposed to be funny, but with his skinny face, he looked a bit creepy.
It's incredible that the old man who was so angry before and wanted to hit her with a cane has now become like this.
"Huarong's daughter."
Feng Yiyue didn't want to say that she was his granddaughter. She was no longer a member of the Tang family, even though the blood of the Tang family still remained in her body.
"No! You are Hua Rong!"
"Hua Rong, didn't you say you would give me everything, but you don't want anything?"
"Why are you coming back?!"
Suddenly, Tang Rong grabbed Feng Yiyue's neck as if he was crazy, widened his eyes and roared.
A hoarse voice came from Tang Rong's mouth, like the harsh sound of a broken and rusty iron pot falling to the ground.
Tang Rong himself didn't have much strength, and his efforts to pinch Feng Yiyue were in vain. Feng Yiyue counterattacked Tang Rong.
But she didn't want to deal harshly with such an old man.
"Since my mother left it to you, she won't take it anymore. Someone else will take your things."
