Xia Yuxun sighed, "This matter is more complicated, I don't know how to tell you..."

Nangong glanced at her silently, and said lightly, "You agree to the old man's suggestion!"

"what?"

"Ah what? How long are you trying to hide from me! My dear sister!" Nangong silently squinted at her dangerously.

"Uh..." Xia Yuxun suddenly realized that Nangong Mo knew her life experience, and said embarrassedly, "I didn't deliberately conceal it from you, it is because this matter is not good for me to speak. That... Mr. Nangong told you. ?"

Nangong silently "cut" with a look of disdain, "I can't say a few words to him all year round, what can he tell me?"

"That's..." Xia Yuxun was puzzled.

"Do you still need someone to tell me? Five years ago, the old man's attitude toward you was wrong. My mother looked at you like a scourge. At that time, I suspected that the old man was scornful of you, but the more I thought about it later. Something is wrong...

The only possibility I can think of is that you are probably the old man's legacy from the sea.

I know that although the old man is cold-blooded and ruthless, he has always had a woman in his heart. The only thing that can make him care so much is related to that woman. Maybe you are the daughter of him and that woman!

It's just that these are my guesses, and there has been no definite evidence. It wasn't until a few days ago that I accidentally heard the content of my mother's quarrel with him that I confirmed my guess. "

When Nangong said these words silently, her seemingly calm expression suppressed her impenetrable obscurity, and the surging and complex emotions flashed away, making her think it was just an illusion.

"Silently, don't worry, I don't mean to take over the company, and...I can't recognize him!" Xia Yuxun hurriedly explained.

Nangong glared at her silently, "What do I want to worry about! The little master doesn't care about his things! Everything about him has nothing to do with me!"

Xia Yuxun shrank her neck when she was yelled, sweating, silently, this attitude is really the same as Nangonglin said, not only that, the relationship between their father and son is even worse than she thought.

Nangong quietly suppressed the inexplicable anger, and said solemnly, "I don't care, but you are different. It is the only way to get out of Leng Sichen's control and regain the child! If you are scrupulous about me, you don't have to! "

"It's not only because of you..."

"I know, it's because of your foster father!"

When it came to this question, Xia Yuxun's face suddenly dimmed, and the painful sorrow was like a swamp, trying to swallow all her anger.

Nangong watched silently and felt uncomfortable for a while, "Don't be like this, people cannot come back to life after death, always look forward!"

"According to what you said, shouldn't I let Leng Sichen clear my suspicion, and then live with him happily with the child?" Xia Yuxun's mood suddenly got a little out of control, and Qi Ali's tone sharpened.

"Sister Xun, I didn't mean that!" Nangong did not know how to explain.

Xia Yuxun wearily inserted his hand|into the hair, leaning on his forehead, "Forget it, I know you are not... sorry, I lost control..."

Nangong was too silent to say anything, the two were silent for a while.

"By the way, silently, how have you been all these years? How are you living abroad?"

Xia Yuxun remembered that Ou Mingxuan had said that Nangong Mo was so sad and even abandoning herself because of her "death". For some reason, she subconsciously avoided mentioning it.