Not far away, An Jinze and Mo Qianhong walked out of the villa.
An Jinze's face changed slightly when Mo Luan appeared suddenly.
The first reaction is that she has come to do something.
Mo Qianhong was taken aback, looking at the girl's back, an unspeakable emotion welled up in his heart.
He met her two or three times in total.
Most of the time he deliberately avoided her, even her name could not be spoken.
He always sees the shadow of his younger sister in her body.
She is the same age as Qian Luan, and even her birthday is on the same day.
Unfortunately, no matter how many coincidences, it is useless, they are not related by blood.
Every time I see her it will only make him feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, he deliberately avoided her and did not want to call her name.
Mo Qianhong felt bored.
He began to think again, Qian Luan should be a big girl like her now.
If she is still...
He can't control his cranky thinking.
But she couldn't believe that she was no longer there.
The brothers have been searching for more than ten years without stopping to find any information or clues.
Even so, they couldn't stop them looking for her.
He could not face Mo Luan, nor could he face the traffickers posted on the Internet.
Seeing those miserable pictures of children, he will subconsciously transform into his sister's face.
At that moment...heartache and unable to breathe.
Can't find her, even the person who took her away.
Qianluan, brother, sorry for you.
It is my brother's uselessness, who caused you to suffer for so many years.
Mo Qianhong's expression was painful, and his breathing was stinging.
He held the tree on the side to barely support his trembling body.
An angry An Jinze didn't notice the strangeness of his friend.
He gritted his teeth and said, "This woman is really not peaceful for half a second."
Mo Qianhong swallowed, suppressing the tumultuous emotions.
Said: "She is a time bomb for you now. You have to make a decision early."
An Jinze nodded, "I know."
Mo Qianhong retracted his hand and said, "I'm leaving now. There is still some work to be done."
"Well, be careful on the way."
Mo Qianhong never looked at Mo Luan again.
He strode away from this suffocating place like escaping.
An Jinze walked to the banquet hall.
The bright lights hit his face, revealing the man's gloomy and cold expression.
"What are you doing here?"
Mo Luan turned his head, glanced at the back left in the distance, and his eyes moved slightly.
"You don't need you here, you hurry back to me."
An Jinze stood in front of her, displeased all over her body.
"It's funny."
Mo Luan retracted his gaze, took another spicy strip, and held the table with one hand, revealing a sense of laziness.
"Go back? Where are you going back? Isn't this my..." Home?
"Jinze."
A gentle voice interrupted her.
Zuo Qingxuan grabbed An Jinze's sleeve and said, "Don't be angry, let her go to rest first, and I'll talk about it tomorrow."
Others also said, "It's just a servant. It's not guilty to be angry with her. It's a big deal to let her leave."
Zhang Linhan was holding a red wine glass, her eyebrows with heavy make-up were disdainful and contemptuous.
Mo Luan didn't pay attention to it at all.
Angry and arguing with her will only degrade their status.
Like this kind of lower class people, they are not worthy to argue with them.
Hearing what Zhang Linhan said, Zuo Qingxuan looked at An Jinze subconsciously.
Seeing that his face was normal, he didn't seem to care about the word "servant".
His face became even more gentle, and he continued to persuade: "It's hard to get everyone together tonight, don't let others distract everyone."