Chapter 1092 It’s also your seven inches of Mo Nanjue (2)

Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed coldly, anger suddenly appeared, "Yes."

"Then why haven't I heard you say that..."

"Say? What did you say?" The man sneered, his brows and eyes full of ridicule, "It's been so long, why should I say these things to make her unhappy?"

"..."

Butler Zhou raised his head, completely in disbelief, "Tong, Tong Minghai is Miss Tong's father?!"

What a coincidence...

"Yes," Mo Nanjue's eyes moved to his wrinkled face, "What you did is really applauding. Should I thank you or should I thank her?"

Housekeeper Zhou lowered his head when he heard this. What Mo Nanjue said was referring to the eldest mistress, his biological mother. In this way, the relationship between the young master and Miss Tong is...

There was a lump in his throat and he didn't dare to think any more.

The sneer on Mo Nanjue's lips grew thicker. He squatted down and reached out to hold Housekeeper Zhou's shoulders, "She wants you to kill Tong Minghai... Why do you have to find Luo Tingsong?"

Butler Zhou was shocked. He told the truth, "The eldest mistress told me at that time. She said... the best way to retaliate against a person is not to kill him directly, but to let his relatives kill him. Not only will that person suffer,

, His living relatives will also be in pain, so, that’s why I..."

Mo Nanjue squeezed his fingers on his shoulder and made a clicking sound, "So, you found Luo Tingsong, knocked them both into the river and drowned, right?"

Butler Zhou's shoulder was in severe pain, but he did not dare to struggle. Although he was ordered and assigned by the eldest mistress, this was indeed what he did...

"Young Master, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't expect Miss Tong to be his woman..." Housekeeper Zhou shook his head, "I, I didn't look at Tong Minghai's file carefully at that time, and I didn't expect that he had a daughter.

, it’s all my fault, I didn’t pay attention…”

"Didn't you pay attention?" Mo Nanjue laughed out loud, his laughter was cold and cold, "What would happen if he paid attention? Did he kill Tong Ran together?"

"..."

Butler Zhou lowered his head, "Young Master, I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry?" Mo Nanjue suddenly let go of his hand and stood up, his tall figure shrouded in a haze that could not be dissipated, "I'm sorry for what? I should thank you, I fucking thank you for avenging me!"

As he spoke, he turned around and kicked the coffee table. The thick glass coffee table flew forward and hit the screen directly——

boom!

The screen was smashed to pieces, and the face on it was also shattered. Mo Nanjue turned his handsome face sideways, and he smiled coldly. There was sadness in the corners of his eyes as he smiled. He put his hand to the tip of his nose, and felt sour.

He didn't even have the strength to stand, "Okay, it's really good, great, I really never knew that God has been so good to me..."

Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly, the corners of his delicate mouth were always raised, and the laughter could not be suppressed, but the listeners felt their hearts sinking, "Okay, very good..."

Chen An stepped forward and reached out to hold his shoulders, "Jue, don't..."

"No? What don't I want?" Mo Nanjue raised his head. He really wanted to laugh. There was thick mist under his eyes. The man didn't think he would cry. What was he crying for? Shouldn't he laugh? "Why?

, are you telling me not to laugh? Of course I should laugh, God is so damn fair, if Luo Xiao is in pain, I have to suffer with him. Is it true that how much pain he felt then, I should feel the same pain now? Not even a little less.

No, I have to be in pain with him all the time!"
Chapter completed!