Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

After lying down for half an hour, he caught up on his sleep, turned over, quietly picked up the hanging coat and put it on, opened the door and walked out quietly. The moment he closed the door, Han Changqing's figure appeared.

"Master." Han Changqing came over, lowered his voice, and said something to him in a deep voice.

Xiao Mohan said nothing, walked to the front room and stood there. After a while, he opened the door and walked in, with Han Changqing following behind him.

In the bedroom, it's very quiet.

Feng Jin was kicked and fell down and fainted. When she woke up, she saw someone sitting next to the bed. She got up in surprise and shouted, "Who is it?"

"Pa" the light was turned on. Feng Jin looked at Xiao Mohan sitting there with his eyes closed and concentrating. Han Changqing lit a cigarette and took a puff. No one said anything. She sat up straight and asked, "You guys come to my room in the middle of the night?" "What's wrong?"

"Who is inside the altar?" Xiao Mohan asked in a deep voice.

Feng Jin sat up straight, took a sip of water in a polite manner, and said arrogantly: "Why, a man from the Xiao family can't even set up an altar?"

"It seems that the Xiao family is just a legend. If you don't even know this, how can you have the dignity to be with my daughter?" Fengjin said, placing the water glass heavily on the table. The glass was knocked and the water fell from it. Welling out of the cracks.

The clean tabletop was wet with water and flowed everywhere.

"Really?" Xiao Mohan lowered his head and smiled in a deep voice. He stood up suddenly, walked to the bed, reached out to lift Feng Jin up, pressed her against the wall, and said in a deep voice: "Who is your daughter/ ?”

"Xiao Mohan, you are so presumptuous." Feng Jin struggled.

Xiao Mohan pinched her neck with his generous palms and lifted her up. He looked at Feng Jin's body hanging in the air, kicking her feet and struggling to catch her breath.

"Pfft" Han Changqing took a glass of water and poured it on her face. He used a lighter to heat her face a few times. Feng Jin kept struggling and crying out in pain, but Han Changqing used a dagger to scrape it aside. A layer of skin was scratched. .

Before Feng Jin could react, Han Changqing grabbed the piece of skin and tore it off.

"Ah." Feng Jin covered her face in pain and looked at the human skin mask that fell into Han Changqing's hands. Her entire face was deathly gray, and the hole in her left eye had betrayed her.

This face was completely different from Feng Jin's. When Xiao Mohan grabbed her by the neck and threw her to the ground, she regained the appearance of Mrs. Lian. She couldn't believe it and touched her face, whispering: "How is that possible? You guys?" How do you know?"

"Sure enough, it's you." Han Changqing looked at the human skin mask and his eyes fell on Mrs. Lian.

After being found out, Mrs. Lian laughed wildly. After she stabbed her body, she relied on Gu Chuyan's eagerness to save her mother and lay down on the bed to recuperate, hoping to watch these people kill each other.

But she didn't expect that Gu Chuyan deceived her.

"I thought it was perfect, how did you tell?" Mrs. Lian gritted her teeth and asked unwillingly.

Xiao Mohan took the handkerchief handed by Han Changqing, wiped his fingertips, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and remained silent.

"You were kidnapped and abducted in City S, and finally appeared in City C. You were given abortion pills at the scene and wanted to use Lian Ruoqing to divert attention. But you can fool anyone, except Mr. Xiao."

"When Feng Jin came to Lian Zhai to see you for the last time, you were in the wrong place at that time. You took advantage of the time when she went in to meet up with Feng Wu and tricked her into following you here. You wanted to use her as your shield. That's what I said. Right?" Han Changqing said.