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Chapter 451

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This was really something that Father Mo had never dreamed of!

"Are you sure that was Tingxu's biological mother?"

He questioned his son in front of him again in disbelief.

Mo Boyuan nodded.

Father Mo frowned deeply and waved his hand.

"You can go out first."

This matter needed to be left alone so that he could calm down.

"Don't forget to tell my mother too."

"I know, I know."

Get out of here!

.....

At this moment, Jiang Tingxu was flipping through the books that he had left here in the past. Mo Boyuan came in so quietly that Jiang Tingxu did not notice.

"What are you looking at?"

Until a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"When did you come in?" He asked in annoyance.

Did he know that a person could scare another person to death?

"Are you scared?"

Heh.

Jiang Tingxu continued to flip through the book in his hand, looking like he did not intend to pay attention to him.

Fortunately, Mo Boyuan did not continue to torment him. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I just told Dad about Lady Jun." He began to tell him the truth.

As expected, Jiang Tingxu stopped flipping through the book.

"And then?"

"There's nothing else. Everyone knows her identity. If we meet again in the future, we won't be at a loss."

Although that was what he said, if they really met, it was just the Jun family. It would not be enough to make the Mo family feel so helpless!

Jiang Tingxu naturally did not have any objections. After all, everyone would definitely know about this kind of thing.

Mo Boyuan glanced around the room. Although he rarely stayed here in recent years, he was still relatively clear about everything in the room.

"Honey, where's my pillow?" He suddenly asked.

Jiang Tingxu looked over slowly. Eh, there was really only one pillow left on the bed.

As for the other one …

His thoughts gradually returned to the furnace.

Cough.

It seemed that not long ago, yes, it was the night when he stayed here with his son …

The corners of his mouth were faintly cracked. He raised his hand gently and pointed to the other side of the bed.

Mo Boyuan crossed his long legs and directly collapsed. When he saw the pillow that belonged to him lying quietly on the ground,

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