Mo Nanjue walked up to him, Chen An closed his eyes and fell into a coma. The man held his shoulders and let him lie down on the soft chair.

Chen An turned his head slightly, and Mo Nanjue looked at him deeply, pulled the thin quilt over him, and turned around and walked out.

After leaving the room, Mo Nanjue walked through the roundabout corridor. The decoration style of Chen's manor was also very retro, with the fragrance of herbs everywhere. In the center was a lake, which was filled with various precious medicines.

When he arrived in front of the main building, Mo Nanjue did not enter directly through the main entrance, but walked around the side door and walked under the balcony behind.

...

...

In the master bedroom, the servant served Mr. Chen and took medicine and stepped out. On the huge red sandalwood bed, Mr. Chen leaned against the cushion, holding a photo in his hand, looking at it with the faint light.

Suddenly, the window was pulled open from the outside.

A tall figure flashed in, the man supported himself on the window ridge with one hand, and his long legs fell steadily.

Mr. Chen was shocked and was about to call someone. The man had already arrived at the bed in three or two steps. His tall figure had a spirited aura, cold and sharp.

“…”

Mr. Chen saw his face clearly and couldn't help but calm down, "It's you?"

Mo Nanjue looked at him coldly, without any warmth in his words, "You should be able to think that I will come to you."

Mr. Chen tightened the photo in his hand. It was a family photo. In the photo, Chen An’s parents were both very young, holding each other in a close position, and holding a child with beautiful eyes in his arms.

Mo Nanjue recognized that it was when Chen An was very young.

The man narrowed his eyes lightly, and the corners of his eyes were filled with imperceptible pain.

Mr. Chen stared at the photo and sighed, "Fortunately An An is back, otherwise I really don't know how to explain to them..."

Mo Nanjue stood with his hands in his pockets, not responding.

Mr. Chen raised his gaze and landed on the man's delicate handsome face. "Mo Nanjue," he called out his name, "What is your purpose?"

Mo Nanjue lowered his eyes coldly, and Old Master Chen said again, "Since you know everything, let's talk openly. Mo Zhenglong and Mo Wenbin's death are related to our Chen family. It was me who ordered the elders to tamper with their medicine, and the chronic medicine caused their death."

Mo Nanjue smiled coldly, "I've known this a long time ago."

"You know you're still..." Old Master Chen suddenly supported his body and couldn't help but cough violently. His voice was intermittent, "Then why can you still have such a good relationship with An An? Do you want to use him to retaliate against our Chen family?! I warn you...you, don't think about hurting An An!"

"I don't want to explain so much to you, and there is no need to do that," Mo Nanjue stepped forward. He leaned over slightly, his black eyes met Mr. Chen's turbid eyes. The man's tone suddenly condensed, "I'll ask you, if you let him stay alone at night, do you want to say something to him?"

“…”

Mr. Chen was stunned and looked at him in surprise, "You..."

Does he know everything?
Chapter completed!