Tang Yiling had already stood up and was on the verge of leaving.
After hearing this, he looked down at Mo Bonian.
He could take this old life anytime, anywhere...
That was an invisible and huge fear! It enveloped Mobonian.
This young man was completely different from the people he had known in the past. He was arrogant and careless. He was the kind of man who had no scruples at all. Even if he could kill everyone in the Mo family... he would not blink an eye.
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Suddenly, Mo Bonian remembered what Mr. Lin once said. The people of the Tang family are cold and ruthless. It is useless for anyone to beg for mercy from the Tang family. If you want to talk to them on an equal footing, you can only use words that are attractive enough.
Conditions...conditions?
What conditions does he have for a person who is about to die?
No……
"Tang Yiling, no, Master Ling, let's negotiate a deal!" Suddenly, Mo Bonian had the courage. He didn't care about anything, but he valued his son very much. As the saying goes, a tiger's poison cannot eat its own child. If in that video
It was Mo Qier, he might be indifferent. But Tang Yiling just grasped his weakness!
"You? Want to negotiate terms with me?" Tang Yiling was about to leave when he stopped. His slightly narrowed eyes were extremely dangerous, but a little bit of interest arose again, "Tell me, if you can't arouse my interest,
..." Of course there is no need to discuss it.
Mo Bonian hesitated to speak, seemingly struggling in pain, "This is a secret that has been hidden for almost twenty years... If I don't tell it, no one will know it!" His voice was trembling badly, but
And extremely depressing.
"Secrets? I'm not interested in secrets that have nothing to do with the Tang family -"
"It's about your Tang family!!!" Mo Bonian interrupted Tang Yiling eagerly, without leaving a second to spare, because he was afraid. This devil would not give him even a second to breathe.
Just like when he told a lie just now, he lost an arm without even saying a word.
Tang Yiling raised his eyebrows.
After tidying up a collar, he sat down again. The clothes were not dirty or messy, but why did he need to tidy them up? Habit, it was his habitual action before thinking about and deciding on something, "About the Tang family? Hide
The secret that has been kept for almost twenty years... What is that? I am a little curious... However, if you think it is a secret, I may know it. If I know it... then it is not a secret. "