Chapter 1777
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He turned his head sideways and his gaze fell on Tang Si.
Although I can't remember anything, Daddy knows that you're my daughter!
You're Daddy's daughter!
He looked at Little Watermelon and Tang Si, all the way until dawn.
The next morning, during breakfast, Murong Qianqian went over to Ji Zuo's place again.
Tang Yu looked at Murong Ting and smiled.
Murong Ting shook his head. "This child! I've spoiled her since she was young. "
Tang Yu said, "She's quite cute. I think our Si and Qianqian are fated to be together. Why don't we hold a wedding for them in the future?"
Murong Ting looked at Tang Yu.
It was probably because the Tang and Murong families had been afflicted by the 'Gong Chastity Mark' together and felt like they were on the same branch.
He nodded and said, "Sure."
The two of them had a good chat.
Murong Yu sat at the side and listened. His eyes darkened.
Murong Ting used to look down on people like Ah Dong, but now he actually wanted to marry his daughter to Ah Dong, or to be more precise, to Ji Zuo!
Courting death!
He chewed his breakfast hard, one mouthful at a time.
Baili Yu was concocting the antidote for the 'Gong Chastity Mark'.
He had been staying here all this time, but he hadn't found a chance to do anything!
With the current situation, it looked like he couldn't do anything.
He had already gotten someone to come into contact with Baili Ye, but he was like a rock in the toilet, smelly and hard.
He moved his chopsticks.
Murong Ting looked at him and said, "Yu, go back to the office first."
Murong Yu said, "Okay, Dad."
After breakfast, he left with his men.
Tang Yu looked at Murong Ting and said, "You've got a good adopted son."
Murong Ting sighed and said, "He's too capable. I'm worried about him."
Tang Yu said, "Why do you say that?"
Murong Ting said, "With his ability, he doesn't fight for anything and is always respectful towards him. That's why I'm worried."
Tang Yu was speechless.
Mu Rong Ting looked at Tang Yu and said, "He still likes Qianqian. Previously, I arranged a marriage for him. He begged me and accepted it in the end. He is as filial to me as ever and treats Qianqian like his own sister. I often wonder, if it were me, would I be able to do the same?"
This was the first time Tang Yu had heard Murong Ting tell him so many things.
It did sound worrisome.
Murong Ting said, "All these years, I've treated him very well."
Tang Yu was speechless.
Murong Ting looked at Tang Yu and said, "As someone who also has a daughter, if it were you, what would you think?"
Tang Yu replied, "It's more complicated."
Murong Ting asked again, "Who do you think might be suspicious?"
At least, he could confirm that Tang Yu and Ji You were innocent. They were victims just like him.
Tang Yu looked at Murong Ting and said, "Murong Yu was the one who found Ah Dong and Qianqian immediately."
Murong Ting pondered deeply and said, "Do you think there's a problem with Yu 'er?"
Tang Yu replied, "It's hard to say. According to Qianqian, the man in black was seriously injured. However, I saw that he was able to move around freely these few days. It didn't seem like he was injured."
Murong Ting nodded.
Tang Yu asked, "But how did you adopt this son?"
Murong Ting said in a low voice, "His father used to be my bodyguard. He sacrificed himself to save me in Tang Village, leaving behind this son. I saw that he was smart and obedient, so I took him in as an adopted son."
Tang Yu said, "I see. When did you come to Tang Village?"
Murong Ting replied, "More than twenty years."
Tang Yu asked, "You didn't let me or anyone else in Tang Village discover you?"
Murong Ting was upset when he said this and his tone was filled with sorrow. "I don't think so."
Although Tang Yu couldn't remember, he felt that it wasn't normal for him to not be discovered in Tang Village.
He looked at Murong Ting and asked, "How did you do it?"
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