Fu Zhishen said, "Maybe they look alike. Sometimes, their tone is the same too."
Mochen was deep in thought. He rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch.
He didn't want to be entangled with the Nan family's matter anymore.
After settling this matter, there was still Country M to deal with.
He narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the days of peace were still a little far away.
Fu Zhishen had also confessed about the shady dealings between the Nan family and Country M.
Fu Zhishen said, "Mochen."
Mochen looked at him.
Fu Zhishen looked at Mochen. "Do you know? I've always been jealous of you. "
"Jealous?"
Mochen pursed his thin lips.
Fu Zhishen said, "Yes, you have the best birth, the best brain, the best looks, as if God has given you everything!"
Mochen said, "You have to be kind."
Fu Zhishen was speechless.
There were many kind people, but how many of them were like Mochen?
Mochen was silent.
Fu Zhishen laughed. "You two are brothers, but you don't have the dirty tricks of a wealthy family. You, on the other hand, didn't rely on your family, but on your own ability to create such a big business. So I'm jealous, jealous of you!"
Mochen didn't say a word.
Fu Zhishen muttered a lot to himself.
This was the first time Mochen knew that Fu Zhishen was so dissatisfied with him.
After talking for a while, Fu Zhishen got tired and continued to smoke.
Time was really hard to bear.
After some time, Mochen's cell phone rang.
He glanced at it. It was Weiwei and he picked it up.
Weiwei said, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"
Mochen said, "I'm not sure yet."
After a slight pause, he asked, "Is everything alright over there?"
Mochen said softly, "No, the situation here is under control."
Weiwei heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good."
Mochen said, "I'll be home before tomorrow morning, okay?"
Weiwei said, "Okay."
Mochen ended the call and shot a cold glance at Fu Zhishen.
Fu Zhishen was speechless.
What a fast change!
Just a moment ago, his eyes were gentle and his voice was low …
Mochen handed Fu Zhishen another cigarette.
Fu Zhishen said, "Thank you."
…
At nine o 'clock in the morning, Tang Yu finally called. "Mo Shao, I've contacted the Tang Dynasty."
Mochen asked in a low voice, "He's still alive?"
Tang Yu said, "I'm still alive."
Mochen said in a low voice, "Well, send them to Nangang City. You can stay with Aunt Helian. Si is with me too."
Tang Yu replied, "Sure."
Mochen hung up the phone, glanced at Tang Yu, stood up, and walked out the door.
Fu Zhi Shen looked at his back. "Remember what you promised me."
Mochen said, "Don't worry."
He walked out of the door, glanced back at Fu Zhishen, and closed the door.
Fu Zhishen was speechless.
He clearly heard the door being locked again!
Mochen stood outside and looked at Mo Qi. "Keep an eye on him, don't make any mistakes."
Mo Qi said, "Yes, Young Master."
Mochen turned and left the place.
Mo Dong followed closely.
He didn't return to Ru Yuan, but went to another villa.
Soon, Tang Yu and Helian Jing also arrived, sending Tang Dynasty over.
Tang Dynasty was in a bad state of mind, his eyes dark and gloomy.
Mochen glanced at him. "Uncle Tang?"
Tang Dynasty heard this and looked at Xiang Mochen, not saying a word.
Mochen stared at Tang Dynasty.
Tang Dynasty's eyes were dead, as if there was no life in them. There was almost no change.
Mochen narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Dong. "Get a doctor to take a look at him."
Mo Dong said, "Yes, Young Master."
Mochen said, "Get someone to settle him down and arrange for someone to take care of him."
Mo Dong was speechless.
That was it?
He suddenly couldn't understand what Young Master meant!
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