Chapter 12 (1/2)

”Mr. Mo ·”

thought of Grandpa's leaving without reason, Muqiqi's heart was like a knife, so now she has no better way except to stay.

She plucked up her courage again and gave a low cry to the man.

This time, the sky is full of people, cold as a statue of the man finally put down the documents in his hand, and slowly raised his head.

Mu Qiqi looks at him eagerly and moves away in a hurry next second.

The man's eyes are sharp and cold, which makes Muqiqi's weak psychological quality challenged. His small heart is beating wildly and may jump out at any time.

Especially when the man gets up from the chair and approaches her step by step, she even tightens her corner and dare not lift her head.

”Think about it?” A low, deep voice is like a cello tune, melodious and graceful.

But in Muqiqi's ear there was only cold cold.

She knew that she had offended this man in the morning. I'm afraid that she would be ready to vent her anger?

Anyway, she is ready to die, as long as he can help to find out the cause of Grandpa's death, what is the grievance.

Nodding softly, the voice is small like a bee: ”think about it.”

”Ah!”

Her voice was still in decline, and the man's undisguised sarcasm penetrated her ears.