1177 Irreconcilable Feud

Yun Tianyou contemplated for a while before picking up his phone finally.

He originally planned to rescue his mother and brother with his ability.

He was confident, to the point of conceit, that his capability would be sufficient for that!

However, after his rumination, he finally decided to collaborate with his father for reason, none other than, that he had lost all his leads.

He was in trouble now.

With that being the case, he could only find a solution from his father's side!

He would not let go of any slight opportunity!

He dialed Mu Yazhe's number.

The call quickly connected.

"Youyou!"

The man was rather surprised to receive his son's call; at the same time, he was mildly relieved.

The boy being safe and sound was a blessing in this misfortune!

"Daddy, where are you? I'll go and find you!"

"Let me send someone to pick you up."

"Not necessary! Don't worry; I'll be fine." He told his father.

After putting down the phone, Gong Jie, who was standing behind him, asked through narrowed eyes, "Youyou, who is your father?"

The boy turned around with knitted brows, seemingly puzzled by his question. "Why?"

"I just want to have a better understanding."

"Oh?"

Cocking his brow, he added at once and sans any intention to hide. "Mu Yazhe."

The man's face changed gradually as his lips turned into a slight sneer.

"Who is that?"

"Disheng Financial Group's primary executive."

His face sank the moment the boy finished his words.

His face was so unnerving that it was blood-curdling.

Peering at his odd expression, the boy asked quizzically, "Why? Do you know my daddy?"

"He he!"

Letting out a snigger, the man's eyes glinted darkly and dangerously for a second.

That man and I, do we know each other merely?

The Gongs and the Mus had an irreconcilable feud, which ran deep.

They were like oil and water, which could not mix.

"Is Mu Sheng the master of that household?" asked the young man abruptly.

The boy hummed in agreement.

The man leaned against the couch lazily, his lips curling into a cool and loath-filled smile. "Why; hasn't that old man die yet?"

"Not yet."

"He sure is tough!"

The man let out a sudden, cold snort. "It's a good thing that he's alive."

"What do you mean?"

The boy could discern a fleeting look of hatred in the man's eyes.

"You seem to hate him very much."

"Of course, why shouldn't I hate him?"

The young man pursed his lips thinly. Aloof and proud, he continued terrifyingly. "There is an irreconcilable feud between me and him, so how can I forget his name?"

He had once sworn to make that old man's life miserable one day!

The man fumed inside him, If not for that old thing, how could mom die without due cause? It's all because of him! It's because of him that sister remains lost and unaccounted for!

He hated that old man to the very marrow of his bones.

To think that that fogey is still alive after all these years; he sure is tough!

The boy asked, "What happened? What don't you share?"

The man glanced at him and refused, "You don't have to know what happened between me and him! That has nothing to do with you."

"How can that be? This is between the Gongs and the Mus—of course, I'm involved!"

The man asked coldly, "Are you thinking of stopping me?"

"Why would I want to stop you?"

Youyou hooked his mouth into a smile and replied nonchalantly, "I have nothing to do with him."

He hated Mu Sheng, too.