Chapter 5569： She knew the violence underneath that calm expression

She was not like someone who had been caught, and the mask she put on was very powerful, until... everyone left and only she and Shi Lao remained with a tacit understanding.

The door of the conference room was closed from the outside.

"Father..." Sai Lan took a step forward. Before he could speak, the person in front of him suddenly stood up, raised his hand and slapped him.

“Pop!” There was a quick and hard sound.

If there are still people outside who haven’t had time to go far, they will definitely hear the slaps inside and guess what happened inside...

Sailan covered half of her face and raised the corners of her bright red lips, which was both sickly and shockingly beautiful.

She slowly raised her head, her full eyes like a pool of water under the light, reflecting the sinister and stern face of the old man in gray robe.

That is a side rarely seen by the outside world.

Since Sailan was a child, she has often seen him tearing away the violence under the calm surface. It seems that when she was a child, that woman often had injuries on her face. Whenever she saw him, she would always cover it up and say that she accidentally touched it.

However, one night she heard the uncontrollable screams at home.

She was still very young at that time.

It’s raining outside.

The pitter-patter rain beat against the window, accompanied by the woman's screams begging for mercy in the wind and rain, it was like a cannibal scene in a fairy tale.

She curled up on the bed holding the doll and waited for a long time but did not wait for the screams to stop until she mustered up the courage to go out to see if her mother was crying.

Her brother noticed her and looked at her with melancholy eyes. He stopped her at the top of the stairs, took her back to the room and gently put her to sleep.

She relied on her brother wholeheartedly and soon fell asleep. There was no majestic heavy rain or woman’s screams in the dream... only the caress of my brother’s gentle drizzle and the fairy tales he told me.

In the story, the princess is everyone’s favorite, has a happy family, parents and brother who love her, and lovely and kind people...

She was content in the story.

until…

When I woke up the next day, the woman was dead.

Just like the uncool side of my father, as violent, cold and vicious as he is now.

The old man in gray robe pinched her chin with his seemingly shriveled but fleshy hand, pointed her face towards him, and looked at her condescendingly.

“Do you think Mu Qingtian will let you go?”

Sailan raised her head as if she was in pain, trying to look at his face. It was as if she had inhaled a pleasant secret medicine and her trachea was clamped. She hesitated and said: "...Of course not. Moody is his lifeblood. Son, I touched Mo Di and he found out, he will definitely not let me go. "

"Humph." The sharp eyes of the ten elders scratched her face, scratching the way her face was twisted in pain but still smiling, as if she was holding a piece of garbage and let go full of disgust: "Incompetent thing! How many days have you lived in vain? ten years."

Sailan's neck was pulled by him and her muscles tingled, but she turned her head to look at him firmly again, half-closed her fluttering eyelashes, raised her red lips and whispered warmly: "But father, aren't you tired of him once?" I'm coveting your position as a side branch again. I just created a suitable opportunity for you. It's time for us to clear the door."

"We?" Shi Lao seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, and his squinting eyes seemed to ask her, are you worthy of telling me about us?

Sailan pinched her fingertips and changed her words: "It's not us, it's me."

The old man in gray robe slowly regained his aloofness and became careless again, as if nothing in the world could match the detachment of his eyes. (End of chapter)