"Beilie, there are some matters that I feel should be honestly conveyed to you." Mo Liancheng said solemnly.
Seeing him like this, Zhan Beilie also became serious, "Please speak, sir."
"Hmm, it's like this…" But as the words reached his mouth, Mo Liancheng swallowed them back. It seemed like Old Zhan didn't want him to disclose it?
Qu Tan'er leisurely sipped her tea and gave him a calm glance.
She could also sense Mo Liancheng's peculiarity.
And she seemed to understand his feelings; encountering such things, it's hard for anyone to decide.
Zhan Beilie felt his heart rise, extremely tense.
"It's like this…"
Just as Mo Liancheng tried to speak again, there was noise outside.
There were low voices and fighting?
Mo Liancheng frowned, and Qu Tan'er slightly turned her gaze outward.
Zhan Beilie stood up abruptly and looked behind him.
Bang!! A silhouette was directly thrown inside and landed on the ground.
Instantly, Zhan Beilie was stunned, "Great-grandfather!"
