The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

the next day.

Holding an appraisal report in his hand, Bai Mo hurried towards the study.

He put the report on the table and stood aside respectfully.

"Second master, madam."

Rong Liyuan picked up the identification report, skipped a bunch of technical terms in the front, and turned directly to the last column - the blood relationship is as high as 99.9%, which is a parent-child relationship.

The dark light in his eyes was rolling, like the waves of the tide.

He was pinching the appraisal report, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Putting the appraisal report in front of Mu Changying, he closed his eyes.

Picking it up and taking a look, her slender eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and there was an inexplicable light in her clear eyes.

"A Yuan..."

Putting down the appraisal report in his hand, Mu Changying looked at Rong Liyuan with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Bai Mo knew the result without looking.

Sure enough... the owner of the Tianyin Gate is the eldest young master who disappeared after the plane crash.

But he really couldn't figure it out, the young master seemed to have forgotten them, and had no memory at all.

"It's okay, Yingbao, don't worry."

Rong Liyuan opened his eyes, and his eyes had regained a sense of calm, he raised his hand and rubbed his swollen forehead.

His eyes fell on Bai Mo, "Go and make arrangements, and go to the police station immediately."

Bai Mo knew that this matter was no small matter, so he didn't dare to be careless, nodded solemnly and left the study.

The two got up and walked downstairs.

Downstairs, Bai Mo had already prepared the car, and after opening the door, the two sat in the back seat.

The car was speeding on the road, no one in the car spoke, it was silent.

After ten minutes, the car stopped at the gate of the police station.

Opening the car door, the two walked towards the bureau.

Bai Mo had obviously already called to communicate, and as soon as they entered the door, someone came over and took them to a separate cell.

The corridor in the prison is a bit cold, and the cold whizzing breath makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing someone coming, the other people who were still fighting and arguing in the cell suddenly became as quiet as chickens.

Stop at the door of cell 307, which is different from the others and you can see what's going on inside from the outside.

She is surrounded by walls, completely enclosed, it can be seen that the guard against the master of Tianyinmen is very serious.

Seeing this prison cell, Mu Changying raised her eyebrows, and there were little glimmers of light in her eyes.

He took out the key and opened the door, "This is it." The door opened, and Mu Changying, Rong Liyuan and Bai Mo walked in together.

The policeman didn't go in, but stood outside and waited.

Footsteps sounded, and upon hearing the movement, the man in a prison uniform raised his head, "Why, are you here to add insult to injury?"

His voice was cold, and his tone was neither sad nor happy, but it was eerie and inexplicably scary.

Rong Liyuan and Mu Changying sat down at the table in front of them, and they looked at the man in front of them in unison.

It's only been a few days since he came in, but he no longer has the vigor of the past.

That face, which was very similar to Rong Liyuan's, was baptized by the years, with a bit of vicissitudes.

Rong Liyuan sneered, "I don't have that hobby."

Mu Changying propped her elbows under the table, propped her chin, and blinked, "Aren't you wondering why you look so similar to A Yuan?"

The head of the Tianyin Sect raised his head and rolled his eyelids, "The world is full of wonders."

It's just that they look a bit alike, and there's nothing strange about them.