Zhong Kun looked back at her and smiled politely, "Young Madam."
He is a very handsome man, full of elegant and mature charm, and his every move shows his grace and wisdom. He is undoubtedly a fatal attraction to women.
Watching Huanhuan go downstairs, Sister Zhong looked back at her younger brother who had been staring at Huanhuan, "Akun, what's wrong?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Zhong Kun's gentle face. He pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Why, besides the rune beads, I also felt a very different magnetic field?"
Sister Zhong was stunned and quickly asked, "What is that?"
Zhong Kun closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing it, but still shook his head, "It's very strange. I've never encountered it before."
"Will it be harmful to the young lady?" Sister Zhong was worried.
Zhong Kun looked back, "Sister, aren't you a little too cold-blooded? For the sake of the young master, would you send such a beautiful little girl into a pit of fire?"
Sister Zhong glared at him, "Aren't you worried about the young master's situation?" But then, she also sighed lowly and said as she walked, "Huanhuan is indeed a good girl, but what can we do? We can't
Just watch what happens to the young master, don’t forget, the Mo family is the great benefactor of our Zhong family!"
Zhong Kun shrugged, "Sister, I know even if you don't tell me. Oh, by the way, why is the old man so anxious to come back to me this time?"
When it came to business, Sister Zhong looked serious and said, "Go back to your room with me first."
Returning to the room, she said seriously, "I already mentioned that matter to you on the phone. The old man suspected that there was a mole in the Mo family and wanted you to find out this person."
Zhong Kun made himself a cup of scented tea, took it and smelled it, turned around, and sighed helplessly, "Sister, aren't you trying to create a problem for me? The old man actually knew very well who the traitor was, but he just wanted to
Use my mouth to say it! Isn’t this posing a problem for me?”
Sister Zhong frowned, "Maybe someone else did it?"
"Haha," Zhong Kun laughed, sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed, "My wise sister, do you believe such an excuse?"
Sister Zhong glared at him, "What should we do? This is the old man's order."
Zhong Kun took a sip of tea, put down the cup, took off the rimless glasses from his nose and put them on the table. Suddenly, a pair of deep and fascinating eyes appeared. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and said casually, "Something else.
, I am duty-bound, but, please forgive me, there is nothing I can do about this."
Sister Zhong hesitated. It was the first time she saw her brother so determined. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Why?"
Zhong Kun put on his glasses again, and those unique eyes were hidden behind the lenses again, making them plain and unreal.
"Because the person the old man is about to deal with is also named Mo." He smiled helplessly, "It's that simple."
Sister Zhong was silent. This was indeed a difficult matter.
"Sister," Zhong Kun looked at Sister Zhong and spoke calmly, "I advise you to be more cautious about that young lady, she will be... very important."
"She is the substitute of the rune bead, so of course it is important."
"No, it's not just rune beads. As for what it is, I can't say yet."
Sister Zhong shook her head, "She has already held the ceremony with the young master, and it is too late to say anything now."
There was a trace of disappointment on Zhong Kun's elegant and handsome face.
What a pity.
The magnetic field he sensed was very special. It definitely didn't look like a human magnetic field! He really wanted to know, what exactly was it?
…
Hearing that the Su family's house was burned down by the red wind, Huanhuan was very worried, but in view of what happened to Zi Yin last time, Mr. Mo must have refused to let her go back to see her again. Thinking of what Mo Jia said
, no matter how reluctant she was, she had no choice but to ask him for help.
After staring at the phone on the table for a long time, Huanhuan finally plucked up the courage to call him.
The waiting sound of "beep" came, and her heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of her throat. Finally, his deep voice came from the other side, "Hello?"
Huanhuan licked her dry lips, "Hey...yes, it's me."
The person on the other side was startled, as if he didn't expect that she would call him at this time.
"Are you busy now? Did I disturb you?"
Maybe it was due to a different state of mind. She was so damn nervous talking to him on the phone now. Huanhuan even began to expect that if he said yes, she would hang up the phone without hesitation.
Liberation, liberation!
After a while, Mojia's voice drifted over, "No," as if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, and he added, "I'm not busy now."
At this moment, dozens of people in the high-end conference room were all staring at their godlike general manager with wide eyes.
are not you busy?
Have it?
Who just scolded several department managers to the point of embarrassment with just a few words? Who just said that if they were just wasting time, they might as well go home and wait to die?!
But just a phone call calmed him down?
Mo Sheng raised a pair of smiling eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stared at him lightly.
Only he knows who made this call.
Hearing that he was not busy, Huanhuan immediately asked nervously, "Well... I want to go see my uncle."
Mo Jia's face sank, "You still think you're not hurt enough?"
Below, there was a sound of breathing.
That’s right! That’s the expression!
This is the omen before the general manager shows off his power, and it is always on target! There are also some people who have been scolded just now, and now they are waiting to see the good show.
On the other end, Huanhuan immediately lowered his voice, "This matter has nothing to do with uncle. I just want to see uncle, and I didn't say to see Ziyin! Besides, if you hadn't said that I had to go with you, I would have
I won’t call you!”
It turned out that she had listened to what he said.
This realization made Mo Jia's slightly frowned brow slowly relax, "Then what do you want?"
There was a sound of jaw dropping at the bottom.
"I want to see my uncle now. Do you... have time to accompany me?"
"Yes, yes." Mojia stood up holding the phone, glanced around, and made a gesture to break up the meeting.
Everyone understood, and all stood up with a "clatter". For a moment, there was the sound of tables and chairs colliding.
On the other end of the phone, Huanhuan asked in confusion, "Hey, what's the sound? It seems like there are a lot of people?"
"It's okay, there's no one here." Mojia stared down coldly. The air suddenly dropped a few degrees. No one dared to breathe. They quietly opened their chairs little by little, and then quietly packed them up.
The information on the table was finally quietly withdrawn.
Mo Sheng sat there, shaking his head and laughing, and was the last one to get up and leave.