1724: C1724 Other than That Life and Death Confrontation 23

C1724 Other than That Life and Death Confrontation 23

Mo Ye accompanied Qian Jingchuan forward, his expression as calm as ever.

After walking for around ten minutes, a small building with three stories that was very distinctive in terms of Pear City appeared in front of the two of them.

The surrounding street lamps had dyed this small building slightly yellow.

After receiving the notice from the sentry pavilion, two bodyguards came over to welcome him.

"Mister Mo, Young Master Jing Chuan."

"Is the old master asleep?"

Mo Ye asked.

"I've already gone to sleep."

The bodyguard replied respectfully. As he spoke, his peripheral vision inadvertently slid towards Qian Jingchuan. His heart was in turmoil.

"Alright."

Mo Ye responded and turned his body to look at Qian Jingchuan.

"Jing Chuan, since your father has already fallen asleep, let's not disturb him. Why don't you go back to your thousand home and see your mother tonight? "

"No need."

Qian Jingchuan didn't hesitate and directly denied it.

Seeing that he refused, Mo Ye did not continue to persuade him.

"Fine, you can stay here tonight and go back tomorrow."

"..."

Qian Jingchuan didn't speak any further. His face was clearly filled with impatience.

He did not say no, nor did he say no.

His attitude made Mo Ye feel a little awkward. His heart sank, but he still maintained a gentle smile on his face.

"Jing Chuan, it's getting late. I'll go back first."

"Yes."

Qian Jingchuan's expression was still as cold as before. He indifferently replied.

Mo Ye smiled and patted his shoulder, then turned around and left.

Qian Jingchuan didn't turn around to look at him. Instead, he walked into the small building with a tense expression.

Although he had only come here once before, he still remembered the layout of this building clearly.

The room on the left of the second floor was Qian Yunfan's bedroom.

Qian Jingchuan walked up to the door and turned the handle of the door. He discovered that the door was locked.

"Open the door."

He cast a cold glance at the bodyguard that followed him upstairs. The cold light that seeped out of his eyes made him feel apprehensive.

Ten years.2

He was no longer a docile and obedient youth, but a sharp-edged youth.

The bodyguard lowered his head and braced himself to reply.

"Young master Jing Chuan, the old master is asleep … …"

"I told you to open the door."

Qian Jingchuan emphasized.

Outside the small building, the moon-shaped parasol tree was mottled all over.

"Young master, master has not been sleeping well recently, so it wasn't easy for him to fall asleep. "How about …"

The bodyguard's head drooped even lower.

Qian Jingchuan couldn't help but feel infuriated when he saw how Li Feiyu tried to stop him. He raised his hand and grabbed the bodyguard's collar.

"Young Master... Ugh … Cough … "Ahem …"

The bodyguard's neck was instantly strangled, his expression suddenly changed, and he was unable to catch his breath.

In this situation, he had no choice but to take out the key and hand it over to Qian Jingchuan.

Di …

The bedroom door opened quickly as the key came in. The air that was filled with the rich medicine was rushing to the door.

Qian Jingchuan couldn't help but furrow his brow. The anger congealing between his eyebrows became even more intense.

Bang.

He threw the key on the floor and closed the bedroom door.

The bodyguard stood at the door, looking flustered. He stood there for a while before taking out his phone.

Qian Jingchuan walked into Qian Yunfan's bedroom and turned on the lights.

The light from the four corners shone down, making the air in the room slightly cold.

The sound of the ventilator grazed Qian Jingchuan's ears, causing his dark pupils to shrink.

He turned his heel and looked at the person on the bed.

Qian Yunfan, who was over a hundred years old, had a head full of white hair, and his face was slightly swollen.

Before he came back, Qian Jingchuan had already mentally prepared himself, but when he saw Qian Yunfan like this, he couldn't take it anymore.

Seeing was believing, now he believed the anonymous message.

Mo Ye was not kind to his father.

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