Mo Wen sat on the sofa and raised his hand to look at the time. He was already late by five minutes! Mo Yancheng had always been punctual.
"Chief," He heard footsteps and stood up from the sofa. He turned around and greeted her respectfully.
Mo Yancheng nodded his head slightly and walked out with mo Wen following behind him.
The Land Rover headed toward the suburbs. Inside an unremarkable single-story house, the lights were still on. They walked in, and the atmosphere inside was a little strange.
Inside, a person was tied up by a rope and hung there like a dumpling. His feet were off the ground, and his face was full of fatigue and his body was covered in blood.
"Young master mo." Wu Hao heard the noise and walked forward.
Mo Yancheng nodded and walked in. His dark eyes narrowed as he sized him up.
The man felt someone coming in and raised his head to size mo Yanchen up. His dry lips opened slightly."You are the young master of the mo family?"
