Mo Yanbai followed Li Qingchen back to the room.
Li Qingchen packed up his things and ignored him.
He still spoke: "I heard that you met Xue Liangyan" "Did you really send someone to follow me," Li Qingchen asked rhetorically, throwing down the things in his hand.
"I'm just looking for the whereabouts of the Xue Liangyan.
Coincidentally, I just found you with him today.
His phone number was given to me.
Mo Yanbai stretched out his hand towards Li Qingchen.
He has been looking for Xue Liangyan's whereabouts in order to find out the truth about his father's death.
But Xue Liangyan was like the world had evaporated, and there was no trace of it.
In the entire huge S country, Xue Liangyan has been everywhere, but there is no trace of him anywhere.
People don't even have their real names, everyone just calls him Uncle Liang.
Mo Yanbai has been arranging for people to find him, and he has only recently found his whereabouts.
His whereabouts are unknown, and Mo Yanbai does not believe that he has nothing to do with his father's death.
Li Qingchen remembered the conversation between Mo Yanbai and Mo Chenyi, and reached out to cover his bag: "Mo Yanbai, Uncle Liang can't be the murderer of your father at all."
There's no way I'm going to give you his contact details. ” "Give it to me."
Mo Yanbai's hand was still in front of her, and he had no intention of taking it back.
"No," Li Qingchen had already decided that it was impossible to give it to him.
"Li Qingchen, this Xue Liangyan may be the real murderer who killed my father, you must let me find him" Li Qingchen put the bag behind him: "Aren't you sending someone to follow us, can't your people even find him, so why ask me for contact information?"
"You asked very well, my men did follow him.
But he soon lost it, if it wasn't for the lack of a thief, why didn't he show up, and why did he hide from us" Li Qingchen's intuition told him that Uncle Liang could not be such a person at all.
She shook her head: "Anyway, he is just looking for his daughter, and it is impossible for him to do anything to kill your father" "Okay, don't give it, right" Mo Yanbai stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
Li Qingchen couldn't struggle with him, and the bag was snatched away by him.
She herself crashed into his arms, a feeling familiar and unfamiliar, but it felt dangerous and terrifying to her.
Li Qingchen desperately wanted to grab the bag back, but Mo Yanbai just grabbed her hands with one hand, and with the other hand, poured out all the things in the bag and fell to the ground.
"Mo Yanbai" Li Qingchen really felt that his thoughts were getting more and more deviated.
"You forced me to do this."
Mo Yanbai reached out and picked up her notebook and flipped through it to find it.
When I turned to a page, I found that the page was missing and had been artificially torn out.
Obviously, Li Qingchen didn't want him to know Uncle Liang's contact information, so he had already torn it up.
"What about this page" Mo Yanbai threw away the notebook and asked sharply.
Li Qingchen shook his head: "I told you, there is no more" "Li Qingchen, give me something" Mo Yanbai's eyes were full of anger, and he reached out to find her.
"I would have thrown away the contact information he had written down a long time ago, Uncle Liang, he would not have been such a person at all.
How could he kill your father" Mo Yanbai searched for her, and started with her smooth skin.
His palms stayed on her longer and longer.
"You let go of me, I don't have his contact information, and he won't do these things you say" aa2705221: