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Mo Yan Jue was furious.

A part of his body was still aching.

How could he endure this fellow's mocking and ridicule in his heart?

"Alright, hurry up and do what you need to do. Old Mo has me here." Seeing the flames of war escalate, Song Qingyun, who had always been the peacemaker, spoke up in time.

Yang Zhen Lin curled his lips and returned the pillow to Mo Yan. Before he left, he did not forget to say a few words. "You're really stingy. Why don't you share it with me and you'll die?"

Before he finished, the pillow that he just returned flew towards him again and smashed heavily on his back.

A light threat came from behind him, "If you really have nothing better to do, I don't mind asking my grandfather to send you back to school to be rebuilt?"

These words immediately pierced Yang Zhen Lin's weak spot. He could be considered a man who feared nothing. However, when he saw his grandfather, Yang Xun's grandfather, whose calves had gone weak, he couldn't help but tremble.

So every time something happens, it's always good to mention grandpa.

"Brother, blood brother, I'll leave first. I won't bother you anymore. I'll come see you another time when I have time. Bye!" Clasping his hands together, Yang Zhen Lin bowed his head and submitted. Then, he turned around and ran away.

Seeing the happy way the two were getting along, the gentle Song Qingyun could not help but laugh.

He pushed his glasses up on his nose and chuckled. "You said you always used this trick to scare him, but he always believed you?"

Mo Yan's face was sullen as he snappily said, "That's because my grandfather almost broke his leg when he was young."

The smile on Song Qingyun's face deepened as he instructed: "I still have another patient. If you need any help, call the nurse. I'll come back later to see you."

"What are you looking at? You'll go through the discharge procedures later. You won't be able to sleep here at night!" Mo Yan's tone of voice naturally wasn't any better due to his great anger.

Song Qingyun had been with his brother for so many years, so he naturally knew what kind of temper he had. He only lightly nodded his head, "Alright, then I'll contact Zhou Hua and have him come to pick you up."

….

In a spacious car.

Mo Yan was furious as he sat in the back row.

Especially when he thought of the words that Yang Zhen Lin had said that he owed, he couldn't help but wonder which woman would be so daring …

Fortunately, he had a son. Otherwise, he would have lost all of his descendants …

His face turned even uglier.

Woman, just you wait!

….

Outside the manor.

Zhou Hua parked the car and got off immediately, opening the door for Mo YanJue respectfully.

"Director Mo, be careful!"

Sitting still, he didn't feel any pain. When he stretched out his legs to take a step, he felt uncomfortable. However, when he walked, he was actually limping. He was embarrassed to the point that he was at home.

He, Mo Yan, had lived for so long but he had never lost so much face before. But today, that stupid woman had made him a joke in Yang Yilin's eyes. How could he endure such a humiliation?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the more hurried his steps became as he entered the house.

On the balcony of a certain room on the second floor, a pair of pitch-black, bright eyes were silently watching someone's figure in the courtyard.

Mu Qiqi, who had been bullied, hid in her room after getting fed by the man. Soon after, she heard an anxious voice coming from downstairs, and then the man who was watching from the French window was helped onto the carriage …

For the past few hours, Mu Qiqi had been on tenterhooks, fidgeting.

They even thought of the future where men wouldn't be able to do so …