Therefore, no matter where he was, capturing soone was as easy as flipping his hand.
Soon, Tang Sheng was bound and brought before Jun Mochan.
His face was covered, and he was stuffed into a sack.
Jun Mochan signaled to take him out; his people dumped him from the bag and then pulled out the cloths from his eyes and mouth.
The room had only one chair, no windows, and no other light source except for the dim light from a bulb overhead.
Soone was sitting on the chair, and the only light was shining on him, but he couldn’t see his face clearly.
His whole being rged into the light, emitting a glow from everywhere but his face.
The strong light hurt Tang Sheng’s eyes, forcing him to close them.
"I summoned you to ask you sothing." Jun Mochan’s voice was cold. As soon as he began to speak, a mountainous pressure rushed towards Tang Sheng.
It was a pressure distinct to soone of a high position.
Tang Sheng didn’t speak; he knew the other party would continue.
Sure enough, after a while, the other party said, "What is that thing in Wen Cai’s mind?"
"No comnt," Tang Sheng dismissed him with four words.
Jun Mochan didn’t ask further, signaling for his n to take Tang Sheng away.
The torture that followed was naturally extraordinary.
Jun Mochan didn’t linger either, as he would soon hear the results from his subordinates.
He now needed to deal with so trivial matters so he could stay here longer.
So things, he must clarify.
The most important being Fu Rong’s objective—what exactly was this person’s purpose in going through all this trouble?
Was it to get Ye Ranran?
If so, he anticipated a tough battle in the future.
Unless Ye Ranran rembered, the chances of her leaving with him now were slim.
After returning to the hotel, his child called him.
"Daddy, you haven’t contacted in two days." The milky voice was filled with complaint.
Regret rose in Jun Mochan’s eyes: "I’m sorry, Daddy was busy chasing Mommy. Don’t you always talk about Mommy? Daddy will bring her back very soon, okay?"
"Really? Does Mommy want to co back? Then Daddy you need to try harder, coax Mommy more, so that Mommy won’t be angry, forgive you, and then she will co back with you."
This little guy was cunning beyond his years; even at his young age, his mind worked very fast.
"Okay, Daddy will beg Mommy to co back. You study how to act cute in the anti, and when Mommy cos back and sees how adorable you are, she’ll be happy and won’t leave."
Jun Mochan was very thankful that he had previously told him Mommy was angry and left, rather than sothing like she had died, otherwise it would be really difficult to explain her coming back to life.
"Daddy, are you worried you can’t handle Mommy? So you need my help?"
"Yes, Daddy is asking for your help. Are you willing?"
Reluctantly, he agreed.
With his son’s encouragent, Jun Mochan felt much more confident.
For his son, he had to bring her back.
Back at the hotel, Jun Mochan initiated an international conference, and also dealt with so backlog of work.
Grandpa Jun made a phone call.
"Grandfather." Dealing with a night’s worth of matters, Jun Mochan’s voice could not hide the fatigue.
"Why haven’t you co back?" Hearing his grandson’s sowhat hoarse voice, Grandpa Jun felt a twinge of heartache.
However, he could not show it on his face, no matter how much he ached for him. Asking him not to tire himself out? He wouldn’t want to shut down the company.
If he himself wanted to shoulder so much, then let him be tired.
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