"Dad, don't be impulsive. Xiao Zichen is very dissatisfied with me now. I can't let him doubt me anymore." Feng Xue was acting, she said this, but she thought in her heart: Make trouble, make trouble with all your strength, and finally
So that Xiao Zichen can divorce Zhan Fengling immediately, and it is best to get the divorce certificate from her immediately.
Feng Jian listened to his daughter's voice, which hinted at all kinds of distress. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Dad has a sense of discretion in this matter. Don't interfere. You should just be your wind chime and wait. Dad will let you become Mrs. Xiao."
"But... I... I can't hurt dad any more." Feng Xue said and cried again, "Dad has lost many projects recently because of the Xiao family. Our Feng family... the Feng family also has to live, and they blame you.
That’s not good.”
"Fool, dad doesn't care!" Feng Jian said.
Now that he is the head of the Feng family, he is the only one who can do whatever he wants. None of them can do anything to him.
Besides, he can't even guarantee his daughter's happiness. It's too bad to leave in front of the head of the Feng family.
"But I'm worried about dad." Feng Xue said innocently.
Why is she worried about Feng Jian? She is worried that Feng Jian is not dedicated enough and cannot use all the Feng family's strength to force Xiao Zichen.
"Don't worry, dad wants you to marry a woman, it will be easy!" Feng Jian's eyes narrowed deeply and his breathing became heavier. He was confident that he could convince the rest of the Feng family to support him.
After all, the marriage between the Feng family and the Xiao family can only benefit the Feng family.
"Then...then...it's hard work, dad." Feng Xue pursed her lips, and a hint of sinisterness flashed in her soft eyes.
Very good, her father will do it, Zhan Feng Chime will definitely be stimulated.
She didn't believe it. Xiao Zichen and Zhan Fengling could really never get divorced!
Huh, what she can't get, no one else can get.
"Silly boy, I'm your father, what's the point of being so polite to me?" Feng Jian's face was full of worry. In his eyes, Feng Xue was the biggest fool in the world.
"Well, I won't be polite to dad anymore. I will show my happiness to dad in the future." Feng Xue's voice was soft, just like before, she pretended to be in front of Feng Jian.
Listening to her daughter's voice, Feng Jian's heart felt tender. She said a few more words before hanging up the phone.
There is a time difference now, and the day and night between Kenzhou and the imperial capital where Feng Jian is sitting happen to be exactly the same.
Fengjian contacted the local media and held a press conference directly in Kenya.
FN Times, one of the three major international media companies in Kenya, received news about Feng Jian. The editor-in-chief came out and rushed directly to the hotel where Feng Jian was staying with five reporters and photographers.
"Mr. Feng, are you really going to tear the Xiao family apart today?" the reporter kept asking.
Feng Jian nodded and said firmly to the reporter: "Yes, although our Feng family is not as powerful as the Xiao family, we are not easy to mess with. I can't bear the way they treat my daughter."
The reporters saw the Weibo message there and knew about Feng Xue and Xiao Zichen, so when Feng Jian said this, one of the reporters raised his hand and asked: "Isn't your other daughter the mistress?"
Feng Jian glanced at the reporter, snorted heavily, and stood up, looking very excited, "Our Feng family's daughters, even if they grew up outside, have very upright views. Being a mistress, they
Won’t do it!”
The reporters looked at each other, and then someone asked, "But Xiao Zichen is married, and they are hanging out together. Isn't this a mistress operation? What is it?"