Meng Chen couldn't eat much, he couldn't eat much. His brows were frowning, and countless thoughts seemed to be hidden in his eyes.

After a long time, he stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll go out and smoke a cigarette."

Meng Chen pushed open the door and walked out. His back was tall and bleak, with indescribable loneliness.

Ye Jiaqi stared at his back for a long time.

"Master, when will Mr. Meng come back?" Ye Jiaqi asked in a low voice.

"It was probably at night, when I came to box in the morning, before dawn, he sat alone on the ground, without saying a word, just smoking, regardless of whether it was cold or not on the ground." The old man shook his head and sighed, "I have grown up and have my own worries."

"Xiao Zi or hasn't heard from me?"

"Well, Ah Chen has almost searched the whole of London, and he can't find anyone."

"Will Mr. Meng still leave?"

"Let's go, he will leave after a while. He doesn't want to say anything to me, so I will accompany him to smoke." The old man sighed, "When he was a boy, he was the closest one among boys. Bisnian was heartwarming and willing to tell me even if he had the heart. Now, he doesn't want to say anything."

The old man took a sip of hot tea and his eyes were filled with turbid light.

"What conflict is there between Xiao Zi and Mr. Meng?" Ye Jiaqi asked.

The old man suddenly had a look of pain on his face, and even a gritting teeth and gritting his teeth: "If you really say it wrong, the source of the mistake lies in me. How come I accepted such a disobedient and inhumane apprentice many years ago!"

Ye Jiaqi's heart trembled. She had never heard anyone mention these words.

She had asked Qiao Sinian before, but Qiao Sinian always used the excuse of not caring about other people's private lives and did not tell her.

She always felt that the conflict between Xiao Zi and Meng Chen would not be just caused by Xiao Zi's love to drink and go to nightclubs. She could change even if she drank and smoked, but some of it was so sunk in her memory that it was difficult to change the things in her bones.

"It's better not to mention it or not." The old man was heartbroken, his eyes covered with scarlet blood, "Zhou Hongming, that beast! beast!"

His fist hit the table a few times, and it sounded particularly cold in this empty room.

Ye Jiaqi's heart was trembling as well.

This is the first time she has heard of Zhou Hongming?

Since the old man didn't want to say it, it was not convenient for her to ask again.

She was an outsider.

She knew nothing about all the past in the training ground.

The air became quiet and you could hear the gurgling rain outside, and the rain seemed to be getting heavy again.

Ye Jiaqi added tea to the old man several times, and she saw anger, sinister, heartbroken, and a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Not long after, after probably finishing smoking a cigarette, Meng Chen came in again.

He picked up the windbreaker on the hanger and put it on.

This time, Ye Jiaqi took a good look at him.

But in just a few months, he seemed to have become a different person, extremely haggard, and he seemed to be five years older.

Meng Chen took the umbrella, stood at the door and looked at them, and said quietly: "I will say goodbye first."

"A Chen, won't you sit with your master for a while?" The old man's eyes were filled with turbid emotions.

"I will accompany you if you have the chance." Meng Chen's expression was indifferent, with no expression on his face. "Jiaqi, if you have something to contact Ou Fan, he can trust him."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to speak, he turned around, pushed the door, held an umbrella, stepped on his slender legs, and walked into the rain.
Chapter completed!