n glared at the fat man and said, "Fatty, if you mention women again today, I swear I'll sew your mouth shut!"The fat man nodded repeatedly, his face full of fear, with a fawning expression. He shuffl..."You'll be in Beijing tomorrow, won't you" Lao Liu said softly.

“Grandpa Liu, do I take care of you badly If there’s something wrong, tell Ying'er and I’ll change it, okay” Upon hearing Grandpa Liu’s words, Ying'er trembled violently, her face paling slightly. It seemed she didn't want to go back.

"It's not that you're not taking good care of me, making you stay here to take care of this old geezer, it's a hardship for you." Old Liu waved his hand, stopping Ying'er from continuing. Seeing Ying'er so anxious she was about to cry, Old Liu gently patted Ying'er's shoulder where she was massaging him and said, "My grandfather has been serving me all his life. Since he passed away, I haven't found anyone as attentive as your grandfather. Now the family sends you to accompany me, what's going on How can I see Old Hongtou then"

Hongying wanted to say something, her mouth opened and closed, but she swallowed it back down.

"Go back and tell your family that I haven't forgotten about Old Hong. That year, Ye Wudao killed him, and this debt, I will settle with the Ye family." A trace of sadness flashed across Liu Lao's face, but his eyes were filled with a flash of angry resentment.

By this point, Hong Ying's eyes were red, and two glistening tears rolled down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away secretly, afraid that Old Liu would notice.

“Then… then I’ll go back tomorrow.” It seemed as if she sensed Lao Liu's determination to have her leave, Hong Ying bit her lip and nodded in reply.

"Well, tomorrow I'll have Lao Mo send you to the airport." Liu Lao said in a deep voice.

Looking at Lao Liu's somewhat lonely figure, Hong Ying didn't know what she was thinking, her expression was unusually complex.

After Lao Mo returned to his room, he immediately picked up his phone and made several calls. Then, he informed the people on the other end that tomorrow's action was canceled.

Although many people don't understand why Lao Mo suddenly made this decision again, everyone silently went to execute it.

After hanging up the phone, Lao Mo looked at the wall full of collectibles and said silently: "Ye Family, this account, I will get it back from you little by little. Since Lao Liu doesn't let us touch you this time, then let you off easy."

"Knock, knock, knock…"

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Mo Lao frowned, then said in a loud voice, "Please come in."

As the voice subsided, a girl in a white dress walked in, a serene smile on her face, and called out, "Dad."

Seeing the girl who came in, Lao Mo was overjoyed and immediately stood up from his chair, saying, "Zi Yan, when did you arrive You didn't even call your dad."

"The school held a sports meet these days, and there wasn't anything else going on, so I just came to see you." The girl walked over and hugged Lao Mo, then happily said, "Dad, I drew a few pictures, wait and let me show you later."

"Well, my daughter's drawing must be beautiful." Old Mo lovingly stroked his daughter's hair, his face full of paternal love. At this moment, he wasn't anything else but an old man enjoying family happiness.

She was his only daughter, but the two spent very little time together. Most of the time, Old Mo focused on how to avenge the family. However, he was also grateful that his daughter was very obedient. Although she suffered a lot when she was young, she never complained. In recent years, he has been fond of collecting, and his daughter has also become interested in painting. Almost every painting she drew was collected by Old Mo as if it were a genuine masterpiece.

The only thing that made Lao Mo feel regret was that the girl's mother passed away relatively early, and she had always lacked maternal love. Their communication wasn't much either. So, he almost poured all the paternal love he could offer into her.

Lao Mo followed his daughter to her room and looked at every painting she had drawn, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and satisfaction. After looking at the paintings, a sudden thought struck him, and he quietly asked his daughter: "By the way, Ziyan, there's a boy named Ye Fan at your school, do you know him"

"Ye Fan I think there is one, a freshman from the first year." The girl paused for a moment before nodding and saying, "Dad, what are you asking this for"

"Oh, how is he doing at school" Mo Lao pulled over a chair and sat down, looking at her daughter and asking.

"Oh, so-so Still a little tyrant." The girl seemed to have some impression of Ye Fan, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him.

“Little Overlord…” A complex expression flashed across Lao Mo’s face. He looked up at the woman, and a thought suddenly struck him in his mind. However, this idea only flickered for a moment. He really didn't want to involve his daughter in this matter.

In his heart, he let out a silent sigh and said, "Ziyan, my father hasn't given you the happiness you deserve in your lifetime. How can I use you in this matter"

After some thought, he decided against it.

"Come, today I'll arrange for someone to make you something delicious." Old Mo stood up from his chair after looking at his daughter Ziyan's painting, a slight smile on his face.

Mo Ziyan gazed at her father for a moment, then pursed her lips and shook her head, saying, "Dad, can I have a bowl of your fried sauce noodles"

Mo Lao was stunned for a moment, but his heart trembled slightly.

"Mm." Old Mo lightly nodded his head, then walked outside. His eyes were already a little moist,

Daughter, Dad owes you this much. Just now, I almost had you seduce Ye Fan first so that he would fall into ruin. Alas...

Seeing her father's back, Mo Ziyan's face also flashed a complex expression, as if she remembered something, looking melancholic. However, she whispered softly in her heart: "Ye Fan What kind of person are you exactly Why would my father know you and suddenly bring you up"

A sudden spark of curiosity ignited in Mo Ziyan's heart.

……

At nine thirty in the morning, Ye Fan got up from bed. He first took a hot shower and then put on a set of clothes he had bought the afternoon before. Originally, his physique was already very good, and with this outfit, he looked even more tall and handsome. Moreover, his body was particularly strong, especially his physique, giving people a very masculine feeling. That masculine scent was fully displayed.

Just as he had put on his clothes, his phone rang. It was Li Qiang calling.

"Young Master Ye, I'll drive over to pick you up. I don't have an invitation, so I can't get in…" As soon as the call connected, Li Qiang's voice came through.

Indeed, although Li Qiang is the youngest son of the Li family, he was not yet qualified to receive an invitation from the Sikong family. Had it not been for Ye Fan bringing him in, he probably wouldn't have been able to enter at all.

"Alright, bring me some breakfast," Ye Fan said, glancing at the time.

"Great!" Li Qiang said happily, then hung up the phone.

Hanging up the phone, just as he stepped into the living room on the first floor, Andrel's call came in...he parking space"No, no! This Han Jian guy is so arrogant, it makes me mad just looking at him. But whatever, who messes with money "Ye Fan thought of a number and reluctantly stretched out five finge...