Chapter 1091 It’s also your seven-inch (1)

Mo Nanjue's eyes were still locked on the screen, and the blue veins on the backs of his hands appeared, and even his temples became tense.

It was obvious that he was in extreme anger.

Butler Zhou looked along the man's sight and saw the picture on the screen. He instantly widened his eyes, "This, this is not..."

Chen An walked over and stood beside him and asked a very obvious but serious question, "Is this you?"

Butler Zhou nodded when he heard this. He didn't hide anything because there was nothing to hide. "It's me."

Mo Nanjue's eyes became even colder. He turned his head, his delicate handsome face slightly tilted, and his voice was like the Dark Night Shura, "Is it you?"

Mr. Zhou was stunned when he saw this. He grew up with Mo Nanjue since he was a child. He knew that this was a sign of his anger. He was not sure, "Young Master, it's me...what happened?"

Mo Nanjue's hands, which were hanging beside him, began to tremble violently. He turned around and stepped on his slender legs, and he stepped on the ground with heavy shadows. "You say it again, is it you?"

He walked to Butler Zhou step by step.

The screen was frozen at the moment when the man in gray turned around, Mo Nanjue raised his hand and pointed directly at the face, "It's really you."

Butler Zhou frowned, and he subconsciously took a step back, his steps staggering, "Young Master, that's right... Is something wrong?"

Mo Nanjue clenched his fists and made a crackling sound...

Butler Zhou widened his eyes. The next second, Mo Nanjue suddenly grabbed his collar. The man raised his big hand and swung his whole body up and smashed it against the wall!

Bang--

"Young Master!"

Butler Zhou hit the whole back against the wall. After all, he was old and couldn't stand such tossing. He started coughing now, "Young Master...Young Master, you are..."

"You ask me?" Mo Nanjue leaned over, and he grabbed Butler Zhou's collar with one hand and threw it off with the other, "You actually asked me? I still want to ask you, why are you on there?!"

"I, I'm just doing things..." Butler Zhou didn't understand why he didn't understand why Mo Nanjue got angry. "Young Master, did I do something wrong?"

Mo Nanjue swung his punch and smashed him in the face!

"Jue!" Chen An rushed forward and grabbed his arm. Can Housekeeper Zhou survive if he punched him? He pulled Mo Nanjue away, "Jue, the matter has happened, and it is useless to beat him to death..."

Mo Nanjue's face was full of gloomy and his eyes were bloodthirsty. He suddenly let go of his hand and took a few steps back.

Butler Zhou slid down the wall, and he supported the ground with both hands, "Young Master..."

Mo Nanjue looked at him coldly, and sneered, "You are just doing things, what are you doing?"

Butler Zhou actually didn't remember it very much. After all, it was many years ago. He raised his head and looked at the screen a few times before he remembered, "Yes, it was the eldest young lady who told me to do..."

Mo Nanjue's face was extremely gloomy, and he held his hands tightly, "She told you to... kill Tong Minghai?"

Butler Zhou frowned and recalled for a long time before he remembered the name, "Yes... At that time, the eldest young lady said, "Young Master, you were sent to your enemy by the man named Tong Minghai before, and you were seriously injured. Although you were rescued later, the Mo family would not have ignored the debt, so I sent me to China to solve him..."

Chen An was surprised to hear this. There was such a story here. He looked at Mo Nanjue, "Jue, have you been sent to the enemy by Tong Ran's father?"
Chapter completed!