Looking at the back of him leaving, Cui Yanxi climbed between his eyebrows with a dignified look.

"I've got to find them." Cui Yanxi shook his hand secretly and read silently in his heart.

Because of the relationship between Cui Yanxi, Tang Merson became more and more impatient.

This was something that Gisno felt when he first met him.

"President, your phone is ringing."

Ji Snow watched as the phone in Don Merson's hand kept ringing, but he didn't even look at it, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he was completely immersed in his personal world.

He couldn't help but speak out and reminded Tang Mosen beside him.

I saw that Tang Mosen seemed to dislike the word mobile phone when someone mentioned it to him.

As soon as Ji Snow's words fell, Tang Mosen raised his head, looked at him tightly, and glared at him fiercely, and his eyes looked extremely stern.

Ji Snow, who couldn't help but be startled by his appearance, quickly closed his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, hiding the embarrassment and weakness in his eyes.

At this time, the mobile phone rang again very inappropriately.

From the rapid ringing of the phone, Ji Snow could also hear that the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be in a hurry.

However, seeing that Tang Mosen always looked as if he hadn't heard anything, Ji Sino really didn't dare to say anything any more.

The phone rang for a long, long time, and then Tang Mosen simply turned off his mobile phone.

Randomly, he was silently staring at his phone in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Now the few people around him looked at each other, and no one dared to speak, not even to breathe.

"Is there any movement from the old man lately?"

Tang Mosen took the phone in his hand and played with it casually, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at the people beside him and said.

The magnetic voice is like a cello, and it is very beautiful.

But they're not in the mood to appreciate it, they're not in the mood to care about it.

What they care about is the powerful oppressive force in Tang Mosen's voice.

"The old man's daily routine has been just moving around the house lately, and he seems to have noticed that someone with us is following him."

Gisno took a step forward and told Don Morson everything that had happened recently.

Hearing this, Tang Mosen's face sank.

The face covered with haze was even more fierce.

"This old guy is really cunning."

Tang Mosen stretched out his hand and slammed it the table, and his mood became more and more complicated.

Although he had long known that it was not easy to rescue people from the old man's hands, he never thought that it would be so difficult.

"Since it's useless to follow this plan, let them all come back, lest the old man deliberately show us."

Don Morson walked around the room, his brows furrowed, as if he was in deep thought. Suddenly, he stopped, turned his head to Gisno, and commanded.

As he said, the old man now knew what they were thinking, so it was not easy to get him to show his feet.

Continuing to wait for the rabbit to come down is just a waste of time.

"Yes."

Ji Snow lowered his head and responded.

Immediately, he turned his body around and planned to make a phone call.

And as soon as he opened the door, he found a person standing in the doorway.

Ji Snow stood there dumbfounded, looking at the man in front of him, and his expression couldn't help but become a little shocked.

"What are you doing? It's so slow for you to make a phone call......"

Seeing this, Tang Mosen strode over, and the expression on his face looked faintly displeased.

His reprimand was only halfway through before it came to an abrupt end.

Tang Mosen looked at the man in front of him with a displeased expression.

All of a sudden, the air pressure in the entire room dropped to the freezing point of the room, as if it had entered winter, and the cold made people can't help but feel a spirit.

Gisno swallowed hard and slowly stepped aside.

There was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, as if an outbreak could break out at any time

Ji Snow subconsciously took a few steps back, for fear that the fire of war would eventually ignite his body.

He retreated, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two of them.

I saw that Tang Mosen didn't seem to have any intention of letting the other party go, and stood quietly at the door, staring at the man in front of him.

"Don Morson, I want to have a good chat with you."

It was at this time that the man standing at the door finally spoke.

In the words, there is a hint of firmness.

It's like if there's no way to talk to him today, that person won't leave.

When Tang Mosen heard this, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he didn't pay attention to him.

Then, he once again put his eyes on Ji Snow on the side.

"What are you doing behind when you retreat? What you want to do is not to be done, standing here and planning to let me go? ”

Tang Mosen's tone of voice was very unkind, and a deep anger erupted between the lines.

Knowing that his appearance was a prelude to anger, Ji Snow didn't dare to say a word, and hurriedly lowered his head and walked out of the door.

Before leaving, he heard Cui Yanxi at the door open his mouth again and say something.

However, because of Tang Mosen's relationship, Ji Sino didn't dare to stop, so he didn't hear what Cui Yanxi said next.

"Tang Mosen, I really want to have a good chat with you, about Yuyang and An An, you need my strength."

Just when Tang Mosen didn't say a word and was about to turn around and go back again, Cui Yanxi quickly stretched out his hand, blocked his move, and said to him with some excitement.

As if he had heard some funny joke, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"Your strength? Choi Yeon-hee, don't take yourself too seriously. ”

Tang Mosen's mocking words did not provoke Cui Yanxi's rebuttal, he just looked at the man in front of him with an anxious look, and his eyes were even more apprehensive.

Choi Yeon-hee can actually understand what the reason for his rejection is.

It's just that I'm afraid that I'll take this opportunity to do something.

"Let go of your hands."

"Tang Mosen, it's not to quarrel with you, but I really want to help you."

Seeing him standing there, his face solemn and he didn't know what he was thinking, Tang Mosen said impatiently.

In the words, there was a deep disgust.