A cold sweat emerged from Yan Song's forehead, and an emotion called guilty conscience flowed into his heart.

"Dad, Shi Ting has always been close to you, let's call you." Yan Shi Ting pushed the question without trace.

"No." The old man put the tea cup back on the coffee table. "I and Sufen ran into a big disaster and were almost not killed by Shi Ting. If it weren't for us, how could Mu Mu take Cheng Yingxuan to get the marriage certificate? If not When this happens, the following things will not happen. I will call Shi Ting again, and I can't sell my crumpled old face."

Yan Song's eyes had to be placed on his wife, and Cen Sufen immediately said, "Don't look at me. Almost Shi Ting doesn't even need my mother, I don't dare to mess with him now. I don't want to find something for myself. The phone is still You fight, Shi Ting always respects you."

Yan Song couldn't help it, picked up the handset and dialed Yan Shiting's mobile phone number, "Hello, Shi Ting..."

Yan Shiting over the phone apparently unexpectedly heard his voice and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking, "What are you doing?"

Yan Song heard that he didn't even call his father, and he was very depressed. The tone of the command said, "You let Mu Yufeng go."

"No."

"The Mu family agreed that as long as you are willing to let people go, they will not pursue the matter."

Yan Shiting smiled, "Don't pursue it? When did the Yan family fall to look at Mu Jia's face? If Mu Jia really is so capable, will he still look forward to it?"

"You have also closed Mu Yufeng for three days, it is enough..."

"I do things without you teaching." He hung up the phone rampantly.

Yan Song held the microphone awkwardly, only listening to the beeping disconnection sound from inside.

Grandpa Yan and Cen Sufen are listening with their ears up, and they are very wise to each other.

The son didn't give face, Yan Song couldn't hold his face, and left with a straight face.

"Sufen Na..." Grandpa Yan panicked, "What do you mean by Shi Ting living in Mujia Manor?"

"Cheng Yingxuan lives there," Cen Sufen hummed. "I really don't understand, even if the woman is not greedy for money, it won't make Shi Ting so fascinated. If you go on like this, Shi Ting will marry her sooner or later, father-in-law, you will soon There will be a free great-grandson."

Grandpa Yan took a newspaper in his hand and read it. Hearing her words, he slammed the newspaper on the coffee table. "Never drag the oil bottle. Then we will recruit a wolf to the Yan family!"

"The servant over the villa said that Shi Ting had been around the two mothers and sons in the past few days. You said that Shi Ting's character could not bear the wild seed. It is estimated that the wild seed would be as deceiving as his mother. ..."

"When I mentioned that wild seed, my old man's heart was terrified..." Grandpa Yan's eyes fell on a photo in the newspaper.

It was by the road in front of a kindergarten school, and Yan Shiting was holding a four- to five-year-old child who was about to get on the bus.

From the perspective of the photo, only the side of the child was taken.

The headline of the news is that Mr. Yan, the Thunder Group personally picks up his girlfriend's children from school.

"Dad, what are you reading?" Cen Sufen wondered and looked down at him. The newspaper's date was last month. "You still read the last month's newspaper?"

"Is this the last month's newspaper? You got it wrong." Grandpa Yan looked back and immediately found a thick stack of newspapers in the drawer.

"Dad, what are you looking for?"