Just kidding, he didn't even know what to do, so what else could he ask this aunt to do?
The aunt rubbed her hands in embarrassment. Seeing that she couldn't help, she turned around and went back to cleaning.
With his ears finally clearing, Mu Chen once again thought about the question he had just asked. Should he save Han Keer? Her tone didn't sound like she was lying, as if something had really happened.
But there is one question that Mu Chen has never figured out. Why did she call her own phone instead of calling 110 when someone was kidnapped? Is she so sure that she will save her? Or does she think that she is more capable than the police uncle?
?It’s really baffling!
Mu Chen carefully recalled what Han Ke'er said, and suddenly he seemed to have caught something. Wait, she said that she would go to the Han Group to rescue her? How did she know that she was going to be caught by the Han Group, and Han
Group? Han Keer? The two have nothing to do with each other, even if I beat him to death, I wouldn’t believe it.
Yes, yes, Han Keer must have been captured by her old man! Mu Chen clapped his palms, and his whole mind suddenly became clear.
No wonder she wanted to call him for help, but was taken back by her family. Calling 110 didn't seem to work. Damn it, what's even more annoying is that Han Ke'er actually said that if she didn't go, the money would be gone! Then
But it’s all the savings I’ve worked hard for for several years! To say that Mu Chen doesn’t feel bad would be a lie. Even if Mu Chen’s family is really rich, the money he earns is different after all.
"No, no, this kind of thing cannot be allowed to happen! I must go to Macau myself." At that moment, Mu Chen took out his mobile phone and booked a flight ticket to Macau tomorrow.
As for why he was so anxious, even Mu Chen himself didn't know. Maybe he was afraid that the money would be gone, or maybe it was for other reasons. Of course, these are unknown.
Tapping his fingers on the table, Mu Chen was just thinking about whether he should go to Wang Dan to ask for leave when he saw a wretched figure sneaking in from the door. Who else could this figure be if it wasn't the old man?
"Boy, come here, let me show you something good!" The wretched old man chuckled, revealing his big yellow teeth that had not been washed for hundreds of years.
"What are you doing here?" Mu Chen couldn't help but ask when he saw the old man's extremely cautious look.
"Shh! Come on, come on!" The old man looked around, as if he were a thief, and called Mu Chen to a small corner.
"Huh?" Mu Chen stood up and walked over. He was a little curious whether this strange old man had stolen a chicken in his arms.
"Look! These are all my treasures!" The old man lifted up a corner of his clothes, revealing a colorful cover.
Mu Chen casually flicked the word, and the characters "Playboy" came into his eyes immediately.
"Oh my god! It's a collector's edition!" Mu Chen's eyes opened wider and wider. He had never even read some issues. These are all priceless things!
"Where did you get these things?" Mu Chen's voice seemed to be trembling.
The old man shook his head and said something that almost drove Mu Chen crazy: "Guess!"
"I guess? I guess your uncle! Come on! Let's face it, how much inventory do you have secretly hidden?" Mu Chen asked, resisting the urge to go up and strip the old man naked.
