Mo Yichun had just returned home and before he even went back to his room, his cell phone rang.
She was stunned for a moment, looked at the flashing screen, and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Mo Yichun, come over to the old house."
Mo Cheng's indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone.
Before Mo Yichun could say anything, the phone call was hung up, which made her heart beat even faster and she had a bad feeling.
But...how come it came so quickly?
Mo Family Mansion:
"Ah Cheng, what's going on?"
Old Mo looked at Mo Yicheng who was sitting across from him, and frowned slightly: "What happened between Yichun and Ai Yunyue?"
"How should I know?"
Mo Cheng leaned lazily on the sofa and looked at Mr. Mo in a sly manner: "You'll know when you ask her later, right?"
Old Mo was stunned for a moment and glared at Mo Cheng: "What are you talking about, you little brat? But Yichun is your sister after all. We are family after all. You have to find a way to help her."
"Grandpa, everything should be done in moderation."
A glint flashed in Mo Cheng's eyes, and he snorted coldly, "You're not always so lucky! They haven't learned their lesson from last time, and they're even worse this time. Do you think they're all fools?"
"this……"
"She is your granddaughter, yes, but she is just using this to bully others!"
Mo Cheng interrupted Old Mo with an expressionless face, his meaning unclear: "Don't forget that Ai Yunyue is Old Yan's granddaughter, and she is also Di Nuochen's future daughter-in-law!"
Mr. Mo: “…”
Yes, why didn’t he think of it!
He had met Ai Yunyue once or twice. She was a quiet and gentle person, and there was indeed no sign of arrogance or hostility on her part.
How did Ke Kechun come into conflict with her?
Thinking of this, his old face darkened, his brows furrowed tightly, and he fell into deep thought.
When Mo Yichun arrived at the Mo family's old house, he happened to see Old Mo with a frown on his face and a look of deep thought and majesty.
Mo Cheng, who was standing next to him, was leaning on the sofa and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Mo Yichun's face turned pale, and he pursed his lips: "Grandpa, are you looking for me?"
Old Mo came back to his senses and looked at Mo Yichun with a complicated expression: "Are you here? Sit down!"
Mo Yichun paused for a moment and nodded: "Thank you, Grandpa."
Why does this grandpa look so serious? Could it be that he really knows what happened?
"Yichun, do you know Ai Yunyue?"
When these words came out, Mo Yichun's heart suddenly jumped, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "I know her, she goes to the same school as me!"
"Yeah?"
Mr. Mo looked at Mo Yichun deeply, unable to discern any emotion: "So, how do you usually interact?"
"……No!"
Mo Yichun hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Grandpa, why are you asking this?"
"If not, then why hire someone to hurt her?"
Mr. Mo's face darkened and his tone became majestic and sharp.
"Grandpa, I don't have any!"
Mo Yichun's face turned pale instantly, but he instinctively retorted: "I really didn't, I really didn't lie to you."
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a 'bang' sound, and the newspaper in Mo Lao's hand fell hard on the coffee table. He looked at her sharply and said, "Tell the truth."
Mo Yichun was startled, his face turned pale and his whole body was trembling slightly. He subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked at Old Yan in surprise.
"Grandpa, I..."
"Mo Yichun, you don't have to admit it!"
Mo Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his voice becoming cold and creepy: "But do you really think there is no evidence?"
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