"Cough, cough!"
The two people, whose gazes were entwined like silk, instinctively jumped up, almost knocking over the chessboard on the table in their panic.
Xu Chengzhi reacted the quickest: "Uncle Mu..."
Already calling him uncle?
Wang Chen raised an eyebrow, tempted to ask if the young man remembered he still had a father.
His father was anxious and worried day and night because of his disappearance, sparing no expense to push for a rescue plan.
Yet this brat was here, too happy to think of returning!
What a filial son indeed.
The beautiful girl, Mu Zhenzhen, also shyly and timidly called out, "Dad."
"Zhenzhen, come out with me first."
Mu Haitao said expressionlessly, "This gentleman has something to say to Xu Chengzhi."
Mu Zhenzhen glanced at Wang Chen, worry in her eyes, bit her lip reluctantly, and unwillingly opened the iron door of the cell to walk out.
Although the door was closed, it wasn't locked at all!
