1369: Who's There? (2)

Who's There? (2)

The other party obviously had everything planned out… 1

Tan Bengbeng's grasp of the man tightened as she thought of how the elderly head's body was convulsing all over. How she wished she could harm this man!

Gritting her teeth furiously, she replied, "Trespassing on private property isn't a huge crime indeed. But, the words you said earlier agitated that patient and aggravated his illness. It's almost equivalent to murder. Do you really think that you'll be fine if we call the police?"

Upon hearing that he could be charged for murder, the person started to stammer as he spoke.

"The… the other party was wearing a face mask. I couldn't see his face."

"I only remember that he was very tall and slim. His gaze was rather terrifying too. He told me that if I wore this uniform and entered this house, nobody would stop me. He also said that I could run away after I said those words. Even if I got caught, it would only be trespassing on private property, it wouldn't be a huge crime…"

"I really didn't mean it. I only thought that I was helping to convey a piece of news, I didn't know that I would cause someone's death. Don't charge me…"

"…"

Whatever else the person had to say, Tan Bengbeng did not wish to hear.

However, the person had mentioned that the other party was tall, slim and had a terrifying gaze.

These few descriptions did not seem to match the person with Mo Kun.

Although Mo Kun was tall, he wasn't slim. Moreover, to prevent others from realizing that he had assumed Mo Qian's identity, his every action and gesture was made to imitate Mo Qian.

In front of everyone, he put on a pretense of being warm-hearted.

"Perhaps it was someone Mo Kun sent. Anyway, it definitely has something to do with him." Qi Yan muttered nonchalantly as if he could tell what she was thinking about.

He turned to face the man who was being restrained by the bodyguards, pouting his lips as he asked, "How do you want him to be handled? Give him a beating to vent out some anger before taking him to the police station?"

Tan Bengbeng had no mood to beat up anyone at the moment. She simply got the bodyguards to take the person to the police station to see how he should be punished.

The two went back into the elderly head's room.

The elderly head had fallen into a deep sleep and his face did not look good.

It appeared that the treatment they had been giving him for the past few days had gone in vain because of Mo Kun's act of sending someone to agitate him.

"That jerk!" Tan Bengbeng was completely infuriated.

At the thought of the elderly head who had earlier held her hand energetically and smiled at her, but could only lie down in bed now and was in an uncertain condition, she wished she could rush to the Mo Family villa to kill that beast—Mo Kun!

"Don't worry. It's not that serious. Mr. Mo isn't an ordinary person. I believe it'll be fine when he wakes up." Qi Yan patted her shoulder, consoling her.

Although he actually wanted to cry very badly as well.

They were only one step away from hearing the elderly head agree to let Tan Bengbeng marry him.

Just thinking of it made him furious!

Because of this, he had to quickly treat him to prevent his future wife from slipping away again.

"Right, do we tell Nian Xiaomu about this incident?"

"No." Tan Bengbeng rejected without even thinking, her eyes extremely concerned. "Xiao Mumu is outrightly fighting against Mo Kun now. If she knew that Mo Kun tried to harm the elderly head discreetly, she would definitely get distracted."

All she could do now was to help Nian Xiaomu take care of the elderly head.

"It's up to you then." After Qi Yan finished his words, he turned and headed to the sofa, grabbing a bolster and curling into a spot on the sofa, getting all emotional on his own.

Why was it so difficult to get a wife?

If only I could simply knock her out and carry her back to my private island. That would be straightforward and efficient.

No, he must think of a better idea so that when the elderly head wakes up, he'll agree to let Bengbeng marry him!

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