"Sir, the inn has been booked by someone. I'm very sorry." The waiter said respectfully. The two young masters in front of him are both extraordinary and impressive. They must not be offended.
Xiang Mochen smiled and said: "We are here to see Moyang, please go and inform us."
The waiter at the shop was stunned for a moment. This young man smiled so handsomely, "Uh, I'll go right here, little one."
The inn lobby was surprisingly quiet. Everyone was in the lobby except Chu Mu.
"Master Gu Yue, long time no see." Bei Yeying half-smiled but didn't expect Gu Yuexie to get the news so quickly.
"Long time no see," Gu Yue replied lukewarmly.
Mo Lian secretly looked at the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two and already knew what was going on. The abilities and status of the two of them were not lower than his, so did he still have a chance?
Xiang Mochen asked gently and politely: "May I ask where your Highness Moyang is?"
Bei Yeying couldn't figure out the relationship between the other party and Mo Yang, and the other party always smiled gently, and with that peerless face, anyone who looked at it would think it was harmless. Humph, the disguise was too perfect.
"Excuse me, what is the relationship between Young Master and Mo Yang?"
"Your Highness will understand after I meet Mo Yang." Xiang Mochen still had the same smile.
Bei Yeying said nothing, hum, he is indeed a ruthless character!
At this time, Chumu came down from upstairs and glanced at the lobby. There were all the people there, but there were two strangers.
"What do you want from me?" A cold and clear voice, without any emotion.
"Moyang..." Gu Yuexie couldn't believe that Moyang was right in front of him. That was Moyang's voice.
"Who are you?" Chu Mu asked.
Xiang Mochen and Gu Yue were startled, looking at Chu Mu in surprise, as if they wanted to see through the veil of the bamboo hat.
Seeing that none of them answered, Chumu walked to the chair next to Mo Lian and sat down.
"Chu Mu lost his memory five months ago and has forgotten all the past events," Mo Lian said. In fact, he had calculated Chu Mu's sight when he came down from upstairs and deliberately left an empty chair next to him, although this approach was a bit despicable.
"Amnesia? Mo Yang, take off your bamboo hat," Xiang Mochen said. Although he didn't smile, there was worry and doting in his tone.
"Why?" Chu Mu raised an eyebrow.
"I want to see the marks under your eyes."
Chumu stood up suddenly, looked at Xiang Mochen coldly, and said, "Who are you?" She always felt that the mark had an extraordinary meaning.