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After hanging up, Han Yong was no longer able to catch that car.

Xiao Meng Han remained silent, her eyes following the car as it drove away. Was it a coincidence that the car had come for him?

He curiously asked. The answer Liang Heyuan had given him was that they had already been discovered by Xiao Meng Han.

Liang Heyuan lit up a cigarette and slowly smoked. Xiao Meng Han's thoughts were meticulous, and even now, Liang He Yuan was still afraid of Xiao Meng Han's eyes at night.

She had seen Xiao Meng Han before, and there were many who were not afraid. The SUV was driven far into the river by Liang He and sank into the river.

Welles looked at the flooded SUV, his heart pounding, his notebook and their personal belongings in his hand.

Liang Heyuan muttered to himself, "This way, I hope we can avoid his pursuit."

Only when the surface of the water had calmed down did Liang Heyuan turn around to leave.

"Doctor Liang, do you think Xiao Meng Han will be able to track us down?"

"I watched him grow up, but I never understood him. Ordinary people, who would have such a precise mind to create a business empire within a few years? Weylins, Xiao Menghan's company didn't rely on the Xiao family's wealth."

This was what Liang Heyuan feared the most, what was important here was the entanglement of relationships.

On the other hand, Xiao Menghan had just come back from the beginning. Han Yong and Liang Heyuan had been in continuous contact, so Liang Heyuan knew the situation fairly well.

Liang Heyuan received Han Yong's call. On the phone, Han Yong offered to treat Liang Heyuan to a meal with Wellings. Liang Heyuan happily agreed, and in addition, he accepted Han Yong's arrangements to visit various tourist cities.

It was a dark night, and she was losing sleep. Her phone never turned on.

Ye Zichen placed the phone under the pillow. Many times, he touched the phone with his fingers, wanting to turn it on, but when he thought about how he didn't charge it, that was fine. He closed his eyes and tried his best to count the sheep.

A strange low growl came from somewhere. Ye Mo opened his eyes abruptly. What was that sound? Her hands subconsciously tightened their grip on the blanket. Just now?

Roar, another roar. The heartbeat of Jing Xiaoxiao became even more frantic. Her body stiffened under the blanket.

There was a rustling sound from the corridor, as if something was moving. The suppressed growl outside the door became clearer.

Ye Zichen's heart leaped into his throat. There was only Xiao Meng Han and her in this mansion, but she had just woken up from her trance these past few days.

The shadow outside stopped in front of her door. The light from the corridor reflected a shadowy figure beneath the door of her room. The shadow seemed to be lingering and did not leave.

It was only when the first rays of the morning sun shone through the curtains that he realized that he had fallen asleep. It was very quiet outside the door, so he could not see what was outside.

Silently controlling her fear to get off the bed, she took the lamp to the door and slowly opened it.

It was very quiet outside, as if there was nothing at all. Jing Xiaoxiao walked into the corridor. The next second, she was stunned.

There was a figure hiding in the corner of the corridor facing her room's door. It was Xiao Menghan. He looked like a child that had just been punished, sleeping like that.

Her arms and legs were crossed, and long white hair fell from the back of his head, obscuring his face.

Just as Mo Xiaoxiao was about to wake Xiao Menghan up, she heard the sound of a car horn coming from outside the door. She hurriedly ran into the bedroom and opened the curtains.

Yang Ziying was wearing a red sportswear as she stood by the side of the car outside the villa. At this moment, she raised her head and waved at Mo Xiaoxiao.

Seeing that it was Mo Xiaoxiao who opened the door, and looking as if she had just woken up, the sun was already high in the sky. Yang Ziying was overjoyed. "Xiao Yan, where's Meng Han?"

"He's sleeping."

Mo Xiaoyan answered directly and brought Yang Ziying into the living room.

Yang Ziying consciously stopped in the living room and handed the dress box to Mo Xiaoyan.

"I'll tell you guys that I've booked a few tables tonight. If Meng Han has time, then we'll go together. I'll bring the clothes I've ordered for you and wear this tonight."

"That's right. I changed the date last time because it was a temporary matter. Today is an auspicious day. Xiao Yan, I have decided on you as my goddaughter."

Mo Xiaoxiao originally thought that Yang Ziying had given up on this idea. She had completely forgotten about this matter. Now that she looked at the gift box, she realized that she couldn't drag it out any longer.

"Auntie, I actually …"

"Mom, are you that stingy when you consider Xiao Ri to be your goddaughter?" Xiao Meng Han's voice came from the stairs and she walked down step by step.

He had changed into a pair of dark blue slacks and a shirt with two holes in the collar and a noble yet indolent elegance.

This was the first time Mo Xiaoxiao had seen Xiao Menghan like this. A few days ago, she had treated him as a very ordinary, very ordinary man.

At this moment, because of Yang Ziying's appearance, Jing Xiaoxiao immediately realized the gap, and her heart was even more against being Yang Ziying's goddaughter.

Taking leisurely steps, Xiao Meng Han walked down the stairs. Her pitch-black eyes allowed her to see the changes in Mo Xiao Yun's expression.

He knew she didn't want to be a goddaughter, but he didn't want to either.

Yang Ziying stared at his son, and when her gaze swept past the long white hair on his back, she immediately choked up. She and her husband had not finished their hair, but their son had already turned completely white.

"Xiao Yan, I'm hungry." Xiao Meng Han turned her head and spoke to Mo Xiao Yan.

He needed to have a good talk with his mother. If it was just a head of white hair and not being the other him in the dark, he was willing.

Mo Xiaoxiao quickly placed the box on the sofa and said, "I'll go cook." She could also tell Yang Ying's emotional state when she saw Xiao Meng Han.

"She's a good girl, so Mom won't be at ease. I'm afraid she'll know about you." Swallowing the rest of her words, Yang Ziying sighed. She was afraid that no girl would still be willing to follow after knowing the situation her son was in.

Ever since he went abroad, he had become distant from his parents. Now that he saw Yang Ziying in pain, his heart was clogged up, but she didn't know how to use her actions to comfort her.

"Mom, let nature take its course."

"But mom can tell you like her. You've been living abroad since you were born. Although mom isn't by your side, mom knows her son so you won't easily like a girl." Yang Ziying was ashamed of his son, and wished that she could give her heart to his own son. As long as his son could live a normal life, she would be willing to do anything.

Outsiders looked at the glorious Xiao family. Only they themselves knew how good they truly were. All these years, they had never had a decent life, never had a reunion dinner.

In reality, he would sometimes stand by the side of the road and look at the other people's home and their beautiful faces. He had a son and a grandson, but he didn't have the means to enjoy his later years of life.

The living room suddenly became much quieter. Xiao Menghan handed Yang Ziying a tissue and softly said, "Mom, she's different from other women."

She was already his woman, and he was her first man.

Xiao Meng Han did not say any of this, but every time she thought about it, her heart would be filled with satisfaction and a sense of steadfastness. Right now, he did not have the means to give Mo Xiao Yan an open and honorable identity, but he was willing to propose to her when the time was ripe.