Feng's father did not send Mrs. Woodson back to the Long Island villa, but instead called her a taxi, and repeatedly emphasized to the taxi driver that she must be delivered safely, watching the yellow taxi go away, and then he retracted his gaze.

He did not rush back to the hotel, but paced slowly along the Fifth Avenue. Thinking of what Eva said just now, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

When he walked to the corner of the street, he swept the figure not far away from him from the corner of his eyes, stopped suddenly, turned around and whispered to the figure hiding in the dark, "I know you have been following me for a while, follow me from the restaurant, come out!"

The figure who was originally hiding in the dark then slowly walked out. Facing Feng's scrutiny gaze, he smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Feng..." "I have never seen you!"

Feng's father looked at the strange middle-aged man in front of him coldly, frowned slightly, and asked coldly: "How did you recognize me?"

"Mr. Feng is a famous figure. Even if you have disappeared for several years before, there are always legends about you in the world. Of course I can recognize you!"

The middle-aged man showed a decent smile to Feng's father and said politely: "In fact, I have always admired Mr. Feng, but it's a pity that he has never had the opportunity to meet!"

"Who are you and what is your purpose for me?"

Feng's father knew that the man suddenly appeared and was following him silently. He must have another motivation. He turned a deaf ear to his complimentary words, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a cold face.

"I am a private detective, this is my business card-" The middle-aged man took out a business card from his pocket, took out a business card and handed it to his father Feng. He explained with a faint smile: "Mr. Feng doesn't have to be so vigilant of me. I have actually been entrusted recently and have been looking for someone here. But I happened to see Mr. Feng in the restaurant just now, so I couldn't help but follow him!"

Feng's father took the business card and looked at it. He was not very interested in his profession. He asked in a faint tone: "Is that true? What does the task you took have to do with me? You came to follow me. Is someone hired you to come to find me?"

"Mr. Feng has misunderstood. I have a purely private worship of you..." The middle-aged private detective shook his head and smiled in an orderly manner: "Mr. Feng did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts and is also a big figure in the Feng family. How could anyone hire me to find you?"

He paused when he saw Feng's father in front of him, and he didn't seem to have much patience to listen to him. He quickly added with a smile: "However, after reading the information of the person I was looking for, I found that he seemed to have some relationship with Mr. Feng, so I also wanted to find an opportunity to ask Mr. Feng, but I don't know if Mr. Feng can appreciate his face?"

The detective pointed to the coffee house that was only a few steps away and asked politely.

Feng's father did not want to deal with this strange private detective, and responded coldly: "If you have anything to say, just say it here! Who is the person you are looking for, and what does it have to do with me?"

The middle-aged detective was rejected by him and did not show any disappointment. He took out a photo from his arms and handed it to Feng's father. He smiled and said, "I don't know if Mr. Feng, do you still remember an artist named Darren?"

After he said this, Feng's father's face changed instantly.

He clearly saw the change of expression on Feng's father's face, quickly disappeared the flash of light in his eyes, and continued to explain: "The man in the photo is the artist I am looking for. His artistic creation when he was young is unique. Whether it is his sculptures or paintings, they were bought at high prices. I heard that Mr. Feng had also taken his paintings..." Feng's eyes became cold, and his hands holding the photo subconsciously tightened, but he did not answer the detective's tentative words, but said coldly: "I have bought more artworks, and a mere painting is not enough to worry about!"

The detective did not give up because of his attitude, nodded and replied with a smile: "Of course, Mr. Feng has a strong family background, and Van Gogh Picasso's paintings can be taken without hesitation... But Mr. Darren's talent back then was amazing. Everyone was waiting for him to have better works, but he did not expect that he suddenly disappeared. This has been missing for more than ten years..." "What do you want to say?"

Feng's father looked at the detective in front of him with sharp eyes and asked impatiently.

The detective curled his lips slightly and said slowly: "I found out that when he disappeared, he seemed to have met Mr. Feng and your wife..." "So what?"

Feng's father snorted coldly and asked unhappily: "Are you questioning me about his whereabouts?

Do you think his disappearance is related to us?”

"Mr. Feng, don't get me wrong. I have no other intentions. Since I have been hired to find the whereabouts of this person, I naturally have to investigate carefully..." The middle-aged detective said this, paused and said, "I just want to ask Mr. Feng, have you and your wife met him later?"

"No!"

Feng's father answered without hesitation. Seeing that the middle-aged detective was obviously still doubting his answer, he sneered and reminded: "If you don't believe it, you can go and ask my ex-wife!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "ex-wife". I believe this private detective would not know that his wife had become Mrs. Woodson! "How did Mr. Feng know that I hadn't asked?"

The middle-aged detective smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked back.

Father Feng looked at him expressionlessly and said in a faint tone: "Since you have asked, you should know that we are telling the truth..." "That's a pity!"

The middle-aged detective did not continue to ask questions, shook his head and sighed softly, and took back the photo of Darren.

"What a pity?"

Feng's father only felt something in the private detective's words and asked coldly: "According to your words, since Darren has been missing for many years, why did someone suddenly hire you to find him?

Who is your employer?”

"Sorry, according to professional confidentiality, I cannot answer your question!"

The middle-aged detective apologized to Feng's father and whispered: "But I can tell you that the reason I came here to find him is because I received the news that he has appeared in the United States recently..." "What did you say?"

Feng's father's face changed again. He had never heard of this news before. Feng Xun had never mentioned it to him on the phone, and Eva just now did not mention it at all.
Chapter completed!