The man slightly curled his resolute lips, put the phone back, and drove back to the villa.
Mo Beiyan had just returned from outside as well, yawning, evidently exhausted from a rough night's sleep.
Mo Nanjue drove in, and Mo Beiyan happened to walk over, jolting as he saw him, "Yo, you finally decided to come by?"
Mo Nanjue kept a cold, handsome face as he got out of the car. Mo Beiyan grabbed him, "I have a secret to tell you, want to hear it?"
"Take your hand off."
"Hey, with you being so fierce, I might not dare to say it."
Mo Nanjue gave him a cold look, "I'll count to three."
Mo Beiyan shrugged his shoulders as he let go, "If you don't listen now, don't blame me for not warning you later."
The servant came over to open the door.
It was early afternoon at this time, with Su Qingtian and Su Lan chatting in a room, and Tong Ran habitually taking an afternoon nap. She wasn't fully asleep, feeling footsteps behind her.
