Chapter 90 You Can't Stop Me

"I said, I can leave anytime." Jun Moyan looked at him coldly.

"what do you want me to say?"

"The forces behind you."

"Don't you, Third Young Master Jun, have extraordinary abilities? Check it yourself." Ace smiled at him provocatively.

"I don't have much patience. If you don't tell me, I'll throw you to Shangguan Yu." Ace's background is half black and half white, and with dirty hands, the military is naturally the last person he wants to contact.

"You can't scare me." Ace looked indifferent, but still said: "If I say it's not Baimingmen, do you believe it?"

"..."

Seeing Jun Moyan's reaction, Ace sneered: "Look, you don't believe me when I tell you."

"..." Jun Moyan looked at him without saying a word.

To the reticent Jun Moyan, Ace said helplessly: "I can tell you very clearly that it's not Baimingmen. As for who it is..."

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled: "It's not that you, Jun Moyan, have backbone. I, Ace, don't want to say anything, let alone just off, even if you put a knife on my neck, don't even think about me saying a word."

"In this case, then I will open the door and wait for the people behind you to come to rescue." Jun Moyan's voice was as cold as ever, without any emotion.

He seemed born with such a paralyzed face, unable to express emotions.

"Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Ace changed his foot, continued to tilt, and said with a smile: "You can't hold me down."

"Then try it." Jun Moyan finished speaking, took a deep look at Ace, then turned and left.

Ace raised his head and looked at the small window, the harsh sunlight forced him to squint his eyes.

Then, he evoked a faint smile...

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"Little boy?"

"Little boy? Wake up..."

Tsing Yi's anxious voice came from the hall, which made Jun Moyan, who had just walked to the door, feel a little nervous.

"You have caused a big disaster this time, and the third young master will definitely pick you up when he comes back later." Tsing Yi turned around and scolded the lazy alcoholic on the sofa.

But there was more worry in his tone.

"Oh, it's just drinking some red wine. It's not that serious. Besides, how do I know that this little thing has such a poor capacity for alcohol? It pours it in one gulp when others pour it in a glass." Wen Xiaoai smiled, and didn't realize that the danger was approaching.

"Hurry up and find a place to take refuge."

Tsing Yi squatted on the table, holding Wen Xiaoai's new baby bottle in his hand, and the bottle contained the sober tea that Xiaocha had just brewed.

He put the pacifier to Wen Xiaoai's mouth, which was a little fluttering: "Little boy, drink a little."

Wen Xiaoai felt the world spinning, as if stepping on a large ball of cotton, very unstable.

"What happened to it?"

A voice so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul resounded without warning, startling both Tsing Yi and the alcoholic on the sofa.

"Three, young master three." Tsing Yi quickly stood up, carrying the bottle of hangover tea in his hand behind his back.

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai who was dangling on the table, unable to tell the difference between southeast and northwest, picked it up, brought it to her face, and sniffed it lightly.

When she smelled the smell of wine exhaled from her small mouth, her whole face suddenly pulled down, and it was terribly gloomy.

He looked at the alcoholic on the sofa with angry eyes, and warned coldly: "There will be another time, be careful of your legs."

After he finished speaking, he carried the drunk Wen Xiaoai upstairs.

The drunkard blinked: "You're not really angry, are you?"