"Sister Moyu, what's wrong, where is the second brother?" Xia Yuncang looked at her reaction, a little panicked.

"Second brother can't come! It's Leng Zixiao...... Answered the phone!" After speaking, Mu Moyu didn't call anywhere! and added: "Yuncang, let's ask for more blessings!"

Knowing that her words were angry, Xia Yuncang didn't say much, just looked at Mu Xiaoning in front of her. Almost...... He couldn't be seen, and was overwhelmed by the waves of people rushing up.

"Bang!" another gunshot rang out from the crowd, piercing the silent sky!

The fingers that clasped the handlebar tightened, and my heart was pinching, so painful...... Fourth Brother...... How is he?

Also, what does Mu Moyu mean when Leng Zixiao answered the call? Second brother...... For the sake of a woman, do you even care about the lives of your family?

No...... She doesn't think that the second brother is such a person. The person who came came was for the fourth brother...... But why? Even if you want to take revenge on the Mu family, you shouldn't take revenge on a college student like the fourth brother, right?

On the other side, Leng Zixiao sat on the sofa in Mu Xiaoyao's apartment. She had just hired someone to kidnap her, just to trick Mu Xiaoyao into saving her.

Mu Xiaoyao just took a shower and washed away the blood stains on his body. The bathroom door opened, and he was holding a white towel and wiping his hair, only to catch a glimpse of his phone that seemed to have been moved.

His senses are precise and keen, born in a wealthy family, in order to protect himself from becoming a burden to his parents, and because men are supposed to be strong and decisive, they have been trained harshly from an early age.

Mu Yunbo hired the first mysterious master in Kyoto to teach them, although under the conditions of their smart minds and agile skills, it only played the role of the finishing touch, but after years of precipitation, it has long been superb.

In front of them, it's not just those little minions? Even the leader of Kyoto's No. 1 yakuza organization may not be able to win against them!

A trace of anger flashed in Mu Xiaoyao's eyes, and he looked at Leng Zixiao fixedly: "You moved my mobile phone?"

Between the words, a touch is imminent.

"I don't, Xiaoyao, you think too much, come here and I'll help you blow your hair. She said unhurriedly, as if she was really going to get a hair dryer.

He picked up his mobile phone and saw Mu Moyu's call history at a glance. I knew that my family didn't often call me, and once I had a phone, there must be something urgent!

Leng Zixiao didn't know what he was thinking, picked up the hair dryer and walked towards him, and was about to reach out to take off his towel, he grabbed her wrist!

"What are you doing?...... It hurts!" she had forced out her tears.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, he didn't mean pity at all, and said coldly: "Leng Zixiao, if they have something, I'll ask you!"

In the merciless tone, there was anger and disgust.

He quickly turned around, picked up his phone and was about to go out: "Your game should be over too, get out of my sight." After saying that, he drove out.

Leng Zixiao naturally knew what he was referring to, and he had known about today's kidnapping. She is like a monkey, thinking that she can manipulate others, but she is laughed at by others!

Mu Xiaoyao, you attach so much importance to her, you actually want me to get out of your sight! You will regret it!

"Second Young Master!" Seeing that Mu Xiaoyao's door was open, the ghost face broke in, just in time to bump into Leng Zixiao kneeling on the ground and looking embarrassed.

"Cold ...... Miss Leng?" He was a little confused, and was about to comfort him, when she yelled at him: "Get out! Get out of here!!"