Chapter 723
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Mu Qi knew that Lu Junhan and the rest were definitely watching the live broadcast.
He didn't want to offend the other party and think that Lu Junhan was a pig. He was about to say that he had never seen her before —
He really hadn't seen her before. He had seen Lu Junhan, not Lu Junhan who looked like a pig.
After all, everyone knew how petty Lu Junhan was, how vengeful she was, and how vengeful she was. Little Lu Li said that her father was a pig, but she was still her biological daughter. No matter what, she couldn't be killed.
But it was different for him.
He didn't want to be hunted down by Lu Junhan's people the moment he entered Haicheng.
But just as he was about to say this, Lan Xi noticed it. She elbowed Mu Qi fiercely, warning him not to ruin it. They were still waiting to cheat money. Even Old Shen narrowed his eyes and glared at him dangerously.
Mu Qi: "…"
Forget it. If they wanted to kill him, so be it. Otherwise, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to live past today.
Thus, Mu Qi looked down and met the little girl's big, clear eyes. She was full of anticipation and confusion. He smiled insincerely and said, "Yes, of course I've seen him."
Little Loli wasn't surprised at all.
Instead, she stuck out her little chest and raised her little chin slightly. Her little chubby face showed a proud expression that said, "I knew it. It's impossible for a ghost not to recognize my father, unless he was blind just now."
Mu Qi: "…"
Only ghosts like us would recognize your father when you drew that pig-like face.
"Uncle, we're done drawing too!"
Seeing that Little Lu Li had already handed in her "homework," the other three friends quickly handed over the sketches in their hands.
Qu Qianqian was a little afraid of this ghost uncle whose eyes had fallen out. Although Mu Qi's eyes had been pressed back and he didn't look so scary anymore, the shadow of his eyes falling out just now was too big.
Qu Qianqian only dared to give the drawing to Little Lu Li and did not dare to approach Mu Qi.
Little Lu Li happily gave Qu Qianqian's drawing to Mu Qi and asked him,
"Uncle, this is Sister Qianqian's father. Have you seen Sister Qianqian's father?"
Mu Qi was still immersed in the shock of what Zhang Dazhuang and Jian Yi's son had drawn.
In the past, Mu Qi had been hunted down so many times that he had brushed shoulders with the Grim Reaper several times. However, he was still able to talk and laugh in a carefree manner, as if death was not a big deal.
But this time, Mu Qi's perfect gentlemanly expression, which had always been noble and smiling, cracked for the first time.
What Zhang Yiming drew was a car that had nothing to do with Zhang Dazhuang.
The most important thing was that the car was very ugly. The front lights were drawn in the shape of eyes, the rearview mirror was drawn in the shape of ears, and the four wheels looked like legs.
At first glance, it looked very much like a dog.
And Xi Yan was even more ruthless. He drew a circle and painted everything inside black. Probably afraid that Mu Qi's IQ couldn't keep up with his, Xi Yan added a line of words next to it:
Dad's head.
Dad's.
Head.
Still a completely black head.
Mu Qi: "…"
Zhang Yiming and Xi Yan were still asking expectantly, "Uncle Ghost, have you seen our father?"
Mu Qi: "…"
It was better if he was blind.
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