Mo Yaochen knew that struggle was useless, so he always hugged Nan Nan tightly, for fear that it would be snatched away as soon as he let go.

If Nan Nan is gone...

Then what should he do?

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Inside the Tibetan Gate, there is a underground floor.

Meng Shaoling immediately came back from outside after receiving the news, and didn't even have time to take a break. The secret guard walked beside him, "Sect Master, we have initially confirmed that this boy is Mo Nanjue's son."

"real?"

Meng Shaoling's eyes were covered with light. This was undoubtedly good news for him. Not only to deal with Mo Nanjue and others, but also since the last time at the dock, Mo Huantong has never paid attention to him, not answering the phone or replying to text messages.

Even when he went to the entertainment city, Mo Huantong avoided him, and did not open the door when he went to the apartment, pretending not to be at home.

Her attitude was very clear and she didn't want to interact with him anymore.

Could it be that Mo Beiyan was so moved to her like this just because she knelt on the glass scum?!

It's really ridiculous!

He doesn't want to admit that he lost, nor can he admit that he can admit it.

...

Mo Yaochen was tied to a chair, and the secret guard was guarding the side. The boy looked up coldly and repeated the question, "Where is Nan Nan?"

“…”

The secret guard did not answer him, Mo Yaochen sneered coldly, his eyes cold, "If something happened to my Nan Nan, I will definitely not let you go!"

"Be honest!"

"Why?" Mo Yaochen narrowed his eyes, "Are you my father or my mother? You don't have the right to care about me. If you don't feel good about me, kill me, otherwise you will shut up."

“…”

They speak so sharply... This is the first time they have seen such a child.

Luo Gu is completely opposite to him.

The secret guard did not speak anymore. At this time, the footsteps approached, and all the people knelt on one knee and saluted, "The Master of the Sect."

Meng Shaoling nodded, and he came to Mo Yaochen and lifted his chin with one hand.

Mo Yaochen tried hard to turn it off, "Don't touch me!"

“…”

A little courageous.

Seeing that he looked like this, Meng Shaoling would definitely not be an ordinary child. He squatted down and looked at him in a straight line, "What's your father's name?"

Mo Yaochen raised his delicate chin slightly, "If you beg me, I will tell you."

“…”

Meng Shaoling raised his eyebrows. Looking at his face alone, he was seventy-sixth of a certain person. No one's son could grow like this. Moreover, the temperament between his eyebrows cannot be imitated, and it was formed by the infiltration and in-depth life environment.

The secret guard handed Mo Yaochen up with the things in his schoolbag on his back, "The master of the sect, there is nothing inside, just a painting, and some candy and pen."

Meng Shaoling took the painting over. It was the family portrait drawn by Mo Yaochen. He looked at it carefully and didn't expect that a child could draw so well, bringing everyone's expression to life.

If you don’t have a good relationship and go deep into your mind, you can’t draw it.

Meng Shaoling pointed to the person above and asked, "Do you miss them?"

"What do you think?"

"I'm sure I'm missing it?"

Mo Yaochen said coldly, "Then you ask me what I'm doing? Have you eaten too much?"

“…”

The secret guard couldn't help laughing, Meng Shaoling's face darkened. He stood up with the painting, raised his big hand, and tore the painting paper into pieces.

He clapped his hands and stepped on the fragments under his feet. Meng Shaoling asked with a smile, "Are you sad?"
Chapter completed!