"Someone, call the doctor." Gong ze said. He ran forward and reached out to help mo Cheng up.
Outside, in front of the palace's main gate, Mo Yan stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. When he heard the gunshot, his footsteps staggered.
"Master." Butler Zhou saw this and held onto his arm tightly.
Mo Yan opened his eyes and grinned. He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant! He was the one who sent his own son to the gun ... It was him! Selfish. For mo Yanchen, for mo Shuai Nan, for mo Qingcheng, and for the rest of the mo family's descendants, he had personally ended his own son's life.
"Call the doctor," Mo Yan gritted his teeth and said.
"Yes.“
At this time, a Land Rover was driving towards them. Mo Yancheng heard the sound of gunfire from afar. He stopped the car and ran inside. Suddenly, he saw Mo Yan's figure.
"Grandpa." He walked forward.
"Go in and bring your father out." Mo Yan raised his head and said to him.
