Although he knew that his grandson did not like this topic, Mo Tieyi finally asked the question in his mind.
Mojia held the tea and took a sip, "God help me."
His nonchalant words were full of sarcasm.
The Mohists never believed in heaven, let alone gods. If gods were truly efficacious, they would not be where they are today.
Mo Tieyi raised his eyebrows, pondered for a while, and said, "If it happens again in the future, you must tell grandpa."
"Um."
After Mo Jia left, Mo Tieyi's expression did not relax for a moment. The day of the attack was getting closer and closer, and he had to get that girl from the Su family as soon as possible.
No matter whether my grandson likes it or not.
At this time, the phone on the table rang, and he picked it up, "Old man, we have found out the origin of that woman."
"explain."
Annoyed by Mo Jia's incident, Su Tieyi didn't pay much attention to Huanhuan, but he had to be on guard. If it wasn't at this juncture and he couldn't make his grandson unhappy, he would have let her disappear quietly.
After hearing the report from the other side, Su Tieyi's face gradually darkened.
After putting down the phone, he narrowed his eyes and said, "It turns out you are a female liar." Then he sneered, "How dare you deceive our Su family? I want to see what you are capable of."
On the other end, the phone hung up.
"I...I followed your instructions and told our old man..." The man did not dare to move. The gun at the back of his head was no joke.
"Haha," a low smile sounded, a little cold, "very good, you did a good job."
The man was overjoyed and said, "According to our agreement, you should let me go!"
"Who says it's not?" The other party's gun moved away little by little.
The man couldn't care less and ran away.
"boom"
The sound of gunfire was very harsh.
*……*
All day long, Huanhuan stared at Mojia with a hungry, yet extremely resentful look. To put it bluntly, she stared at his long hair.
She misses the real-life version of Sesshomaru so much!
Such dreamy and elegant silver hair...
Ahhhh, just thinking about it, she couldn't restrain her trembling with excitement. She couldn't help but use her little eyes to release the pressure on the man at the desk.
Change quickly, change quickly, change quickly...
Finally, Mojia looked away from the computer, turned around, and glanced at her coldly. There was a look of rage between his brows, but his tone was as calm as if he was talking about the weather, "I'm not that damn Sesshomaru!"
"I know..." Huanhuan hurriedly looked away, pretending to be busy.
"If you look at me like that again, I will..."
"Throw me down the mountain." Huanhuan fanned her little hands, covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, "Oh haha, young master, you have said it hundreds of times, and my ears have calluses."
This woman has made it clear that she is not afraid.