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Chapter 2012: Father-son conversation (3)

Chapter 2012: Father-son conversation (3)

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Zhan mo endured his fathers sharp gaze and his mind was in a mess.

He seemed to have caught onto something

Cold, cold and disdainful

Recently, ruan Mengmengs att.i.tude had been very strange. Other than the triplets and work, she seemed to be uninterested in anything else.

Not only had she become cold towards li junyus death, but she had also become cold towards herself.

Of course, her indifference to him was not in the usual sense of alienation, but rather, it went from hatred to not hatred.

It was as if her previous disgust for him had disappeared. She no longer cared about him killing ruan s.h.i.+s.h.i.+ or kidnapping ruan Mianmian. It was as if everything else didnt matter.

A sharp glint flashed across Zhan Mos eyes. He suddenly understood.Mengmengs current situation, was it your doing? What did you use to control her emotions? you used those Gu!

Although he wasnt completely clear about what his father was capable of, he had seen too many of his fathers tricks.

Those mother-child Gu and golden saliva Gu, rather than saying that they belonged to the mother, it was more appropriate to say that they belonged to the Father.

Zhan Yangs abilities were not something that ordinary people could imagine.

To control a persons emotions, if it was someone else, they might not be able to do it.

But if it was Zhan Yang, he definitely could.

Zhan Yang said coldly,it doesnt matter what I use to control her. Whats important is that Mengmeng is a good material. Shes worth my time and effort. Dont look at how shes a girl, shes a lot more direct and decisive when it comes to relations.h.i.+ps. Besides, Yingluos intelligence and physique have completely inherited the Zhan familys talents, and shes far from what Jia er can compare to.

Just these two points alone are enough for me to choose her and give up on you and Jia er.

Not to mention, Mengmeng was so young and she already had the perfect heir. Those three children have the best genes. I will use the rest of my time to train them well and protect them.

The death of one person could see the future of two generations.

It was said that one couldnt be rich more than three times, but he, Zhan Yang, could arrange the future of the three generations from starting a business to the future.

The torch group was his blood, sweat, and tears, the greatest cause he had left in the world. He would not let anyone destroy it.

Thats why li junyu has become a thorn in your side. However, after Zhan mo heard Zhan Yangs words, he calmly pointed out the main point.

You want to s.n.a.t.c.h the heir that belongs to the Li family, you want Mengmeng to break off her love, you want to cut off her last ties, then li junyu is your biggest enemy.

Zhan Mos well-defined face was filled with coldness as he a.n.a.lyzed this. I knew it. How could there be such a coincidence in this world? Mengmeng is about to give birth and Li junyus plane suddenly crashed. Father, Yingluo, how could you do this? do you know how much pain Mengmeng will be in if you do this?

Zhan Mos bottomless eyes were already slightly bloodshot. Li junyu was Mengmengs last safe haven, the safe haven that she had finally arrived at after going through so many hards.h.i.+ps and hards.h.i.+ps.

He had thought that his father at least had some true feelings for Mengmeng, but it turned out that everything was just a scheme.

Did his father really have a heart?

In the face of his sons explosive questioning, Zhan Yangs lips curled into a cold smile. That is why you cant tell her the truth. Now, Im the only one who can make her forget these pains. At least ruan Mengmeng now has a fathers love, children, and a career, and she doesnt feel the heartache of losing the love of her life.

But if you wake her up and tell her that shes disdainful of Zhan mo, do you think shell break down?

Zhan mo,hehe.

Of course it would.

Zhan Yangs eyes were so cold and arrogant, as if he was looking down at a G.o.d who had been reborn.

He looked at his son who was in a deep struggle, and the corners of his lips even curved up.