"Mo Wen, get the Adjutant here. We'll gather in half an hour." Mo Yancheng raised his wrist and looked at the time.
Ten minutes later, after the small meeting ended, mo Qiu was the most surprised one.
"He ... He actually wanted this?" Mo Qiu clenched his hand into a fist and punched the table. The cup of water shook and almost fell to the ground.
He wanted to start a war and force mo Yancheng to go to the battlefield. His brothers would naturally follow him! This was also a gamble. Was he confident that mo Yancheng would not return?
"Keke." At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Mo Wen got up and walked forward to open the door.
"Hey, hey," Mo Wen retreated a few steps as someone reached out to carry him. He saw ah ze and Qiming walk in, looking travel-worn. It was obvious that they had come in a hurry.
They looked at each other, not expecting them to come.
