"This is the only possibility. No one can suddenly become his bargaining chip," Mo Nanjue pulled Tong Ran's hand and wrapped it in his palm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "My son was missing in the forest, and he might have been inside all the time. The Zangmen was originally located between mountains and rivers, and there was a forest next to it."

Mo Beiyan wrapped his hands around his chest, "How could he run to the Tibetan Sect?"

Mo Nanjue frowned and guessed, "Maybe he met someone in the forest, and that area connected many places. It is not ruled out that there is a base, maybe it was caught by someone else, or maybe it was something else."

"Hide the door..." Tong Ran bit her lower lip, and when she thought of the cruel rumors, her heart was tightly pulled up, "Will Meng Shaoling hurt her son? What if..."

Mo Nanjue held her hand and tightened it, "No, otherwise the threat would not succeed."

Tong Ran's nose tip was sour. She had been missing for so long. She had never stopped worrying, but she was helpless. She blamed herself more than everyone. "There is such a terrible place in the Tibetan people, what if Chenchen was afraid at night..."

"No! Will our son be so useless?!" Mo Nanjue raised his hand and pressed her head, letting her lean on his shoulder, "Are you looking for a beating again?! Don't think about it all!"

“…”

Tong Ran put his cheeks on his shoulders, closed his eyes and nodded.

Worrying is useless. The most important thing at the moment is to find a way to rescue Mo Yaochen.

Chen An said, "If Meng Shaoling had Mo Yaochen in his hand, why did he threaten to get married? Shouldn't he be more interested in what we have?"

"Don't forget that his sister already has a son," Mo Nanjue gently pressed the corner of his mouth and sneered, "He has not been married yet, and the only woman died because of an undercover agent. He must want his own son. If one day he dies accidentally, at least the person who takes over the Tibetan sect is Meng, not someone else's child."

Mo Beiyan snorted coldly, "Don't call the child who gave birth to a child, even if it is a shemale, you have to have a surname Mo! My surname is Meng? Let's go to Meng!"

“…”

Can we still give birth to a shemale?

Tong Ran's face was full of black lines. He was so dark. Did he say he had scolded them all?

Mo Nanjue grabbed her jaw and turned her to Mo Beiyan's face, "You have your eyes tilted? Look at me!"

"I didn't look at him!"

"I said you looked at him?"

“…”

Tong Ran simply covered his eyes, knowing that he was relaxing his mood and it was impossible to feel uncomfortable, but at least now he is sure that his son is safe and being locked in the Tibetan house is better than he wandering outside.

After all, there are too many places that are scarier than the Tibetan people.

She was almost crazy if she missed her son.

Mo Nanjue's big palm pressed against her waist, his eyes were cold, "A person like Meng Shaoling may not release him after marriage, so the wedding day is our only chance."

Chen An looked at Mo Beiyan, "He deliberately sent this invitation just to provoke you."

Mo Beiyan's thin lips were pursed into a line, "Is the wedding a week later?"

Then his leg injured...

Chen An raised his eyebrows and guessed what he was going to say next. He twisted his wrist, "The legs were a little sore. I just picked you up from the hospital and the Ren and Du meridians were opened."

“…”

I'll go.

He is that heavy?!
Chapter completed!