Eric glanced at Shen Mo and said calmly, "I'm meeting up with some friends at the bar."
An Ci didn't doubt it and just said "Oh" and hung up the phone.
Eric put down his phone and heard Shen Mo ask him, "Do you live in the manor?"
"Um."
"Do me a favor."
Eric's eyes were alert, "What?"
"Help me get my son out." Shen Mo said straight to the point, "I owe you a favor."
Eric didn't even think about it and shook his head like a rattle. "Dude, don't hurt me. You two should solve your own problems. At most, I'll give you her phone number."
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer, so it would be better for him not to get involved.
Shen Mo frowned, but didn't force it, "Thank you."
Eric picked up his glass and asked, "When will you return to Country Y?"
"I don't know." Shen Mo said, "Let's wait until the kid calms down."
Eric smirked, "Then you'll probably have to wait."
Shen Mo said nothing, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his expression unfathomable.
…
The luxurious bedroom was a mess wherever the eye could see.
An Yiheng fell to the ground, with obvious signs of being beaten on his face, a slap mark on the left cheek, and a bruise at the corner of his mouth.
At first glance, it's a bit horrible.
On the opposite side, An Yiyao had a gloomy look on his face, his hands on his hips, and he was in a state of rage.
He kicked the stool at his feet and shouted, "Stop pretending to be dead. Stand up."
An Yiheng was beaten badly and his whole body was sore. He looked up at An Yiyao and begged for mercy, "Brother, I really know I was wrong."
An Yiyao didn't buy it and said coldly, "Get up! Don't make me say it again."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the whip on the table and whipped An Yiheng's leg mercilessly.
An Yiheng didn't have time to dodge and was hit hard, and he gasped in pain.
"hiss."
An Yiyao lowered his eyes and looked down at him, "Can you get up?"
An Yiheng had been afraid of him since he was a child. The authority from his brother forced him to stand up. He accidentally pulled the wound on his leg and frowned in pain.
An Yiyao looked at him disappointedly and said in a deep voice, "Do you still feel pain? Don't you know what kind of business the Colt family is doing? Do you want to die?"
"It doesn't matter what business you do, as long as you can make money, isn't that enough?" An Yiheng retorted.
"Besides, An Ci obviously doesn't know anything, yet the head of the family still handed the company over to him. We are all better than her. Why is she the young master? Why is she superior to others?"
An Yiyao's eyes darkened, and he pretended to raise the whip to hit him, "You still say that."
He had already been beaten, so he didn't care if he got hit a few more times. An Yiheng looked at him stubbornly, "Brother, I did all this for you. Are you willing to watch An Ci inherit the position of head of the family?"
An Yiyao was silent for a while, dropped the whip in his hand, and glanced at him. "Monde likes to use despicable means the most. Don't contact him in the future."
An Yiheng turned his face away and said nothing, looking quite unconvinced.
An Yiyao frowned, "Are you deaf or dumb? Can you hear me when I talk to you?"
An Yiheng said reluctantly, "I understand."
"You stay home honestly for the next two days. If I find out that you're in contact with Mond again, I won't let you go."
After saying that, An Yiyao slammed the door and left.
An Yiheng kicked the chair next to him viciously, very angry.
Just wait, sooner or later he will pull An Ci down from the position of young master. He wants everyone to know that he, An Yiheng, is the true pride of the world.
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