C6 Chapter 6

"Yan Zhixiao, he's dead …"

When Mo Donglin finished his last sentence, Yan Moxiao felt as if a gust of wind blew past his ears, dispersing the man's voice. It was clearly just a few words, but it was unreal.

"What did you say?" He frowned and stared at Mo Donglin as he asked.

Mo Donglin sighed. He turned around and looked out of the window. His good mood from the beginning was gone. All that was left was impatience and gloom.

The three words, Yan Zhixiao, were obviously not a popular topic.

"He's dead." Mo Donglin repeated calmly.

Yan Moxiao gritted his teeth, "Are you kidding?"

"I'm not joking." Turning his head to look at him, Mo Donglin coldly said: "There's no need to joke around with you."

"You think I would believe it?" The hand on the table clenched slowly, which showed that Yan Moxiao was getting nervous.

"Believe it or not, it's your problem." Mo Donglin lowered his head and looked at the coffee in front of him.

Yan Moxiao, of course, did not believe it. He had seen Yan Zhixiao before, not only had he seen Yan Zhixiao, but he had also seen Yan Zhixiao.

Absolutely impossible.

At this moment, Mo Donglin continued at a leisurely pace, "His body originally wasn't able to hold on for long, I believe you also know a bit..."

Thinking about the last time he saw Yan Zhixiao, Yan Moxiao was at a loss.

Seeing his expression, Mo Donglin sneered.

"It seems that I have overestimated you. "You don't even know what his body looks like, or do you think he just went to bed with him?"

"Shut up!" Yan Moxiao said in a low voice, "You don't need to evaluate my relationship with him!" He couldn't bear to have his relationship with Yan Zhixiao judged by another man, but he couldn't refute Mo Donglin's words. In the beginning, he and Yan Zhixiao had that kind of relationship.

Mo Donglin turned his head around and smiled. After laughing, he looked at Yan Moxiao with a gaze similar to ridicule.

"It's good if you believe it or not. Yan Zhixiao is indeed dead. As for your so-called meeting him... "Mo Donglin slowly stood up and said:" It's not bad to be able to find a substitute. Then he turned and left.

After walking a few steps, Yan Moxiao called out.

"Wait!"

Mo Donglin turned around and looked at him.

Yan Moxiao didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask some more questions about Yan Zhixiao, but he knew Mo Donglin wouldn't tell him. He also didn't believe what he said. He absolutely didn't believe it either. However, a sense of fear slowly began to rise within him. If what Mo Donglin said was true, then …

Yan Moxiao's expression changed as he moved his lips. After a few seconds, he squeezed out: "Where's Wen Rui?"

Lifting the corner of his mouth, Mo Donglin playfully said: "It's hard to believe that you still remember him – however, I don't think I need to tell you that much."

Yan Moxiao stared at the background of Mo Donglin's departure.

When Mo Donglin walked halfway, a waiter walked over with a plate.

"Mr. Mo, your breakfast."

"No need." Mo Donglin waved his hand and walked straight to the door.

Sitting on the spot, Yan Moxiao had to exert a lot of strength to control his emotions. Taking a deep breath, he took out his phone, pulled out the number, and dialed it.

"Hey!" Cheng Sen, help me find someone. "Yes-Yan Ruo." Then, he reported the address of the place where Yan Ruo lived in his memory, the dilapidated apartment.

"Find me all the information from his birth until now. The more the better. I want all eighteen generations of ancestors to be able to find it out for me!" After saying that with gritted teeth, Yan Moxiao closed his phone and pounded the table with his fist.

Damn it!

Mo Donglin walked out of the coffee shop much earlier than usual. The car was still parked at the same spot and someone got out from the driver's seat respectfully opened the door for Mo Donglin.

When they got in the car, Mo Donglin stopped for a moment. He looked at the man standing beside the door and asked, "What happened to you? Is it done? "

The man nodded.

Mo Donglin got in the car and sat down. The person outside closed the door for him.

Before he drove, Mo Donglin looked at the location of the coffee shop's Yan Moxiao, who was still sitting there. What he saw was Yan Moxiao slapping the phone and pounding the table.

The car started slowly. Mo Donglin smiled, and after smiling, he became even more silent.

While he was teasing Yan Moxiao, he also seemed to be teasing himself.