Chapter 926

He shouldn't have met Mo Yan before, but the fact that she was following him around was just, strange.

"Then let's go."

Fang Yang thought that since Mo Yan was willing to follow him rather than stay in the room, he might as well take advantage of this willingness to take her out for a good walk.

It would be good to familiarize her with the surrounding environment to prevent her from getting lost in the future.

Perhaps because it was daytime and the visibility was much clearer than at night, Mo Yan was also curiously examining everything around her.

Inside Li Zimu's room, looking at the screen on his phone, Li Zimu's face was full of indifference.

"This, old master, what should we do now? The young master already knows about this matter, and it seems he even knows the reason why Miss Li became like this, this..."

Old Wang spoke very cryptically, but Li Zimu clearly understood what Old Wang meant.

"Sigh, let's wait and see. I thought Fang Yang wouldn't think of this point. Hmph, it's all that old guy's fault!"

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"Sigh, I knew the young master might think of this, but I didn't expect the young master's brain to turn so fast."

Old Wang held his forehead, feeling very helpless.

"Hehe, young people, it's normal for their brains to turn a little faster."

Li Zimu, however, suddenly smiled. He also hadn't expected Fang Yang to trust his own judgment so much that he went directly to find Li Hui to verify it.

"However, knowing is knowing. It's no big deal. I just hope this kid understands my painstaking efforts and doesn't tell those two children."

Li Zimu lowered his head. Now there was a hint of pleading in his tone, which showed how much he cared about his son and daughter.

Inside the phone, Fang Yang had already taken Mo Yan out for a stroll.

It seemed he hadn't told the Li Wunian siblings about this matter, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But then he immediately started praying, hoping that Fang Yang had made a decision and wasn't still hesitating.

"No, how can you eat cold things now?"

Fang Yang frowned. Although he didn't know exactly how to deal with this special situation, he was very clear that she couldn't eat certain things.

"No, you can't eat it, let's go."

No matter how eager Mo Yan's eyes were, Fang Yang simply refused to buy her a popsicle.

(Ahhh, so hateful! He actually won't give Mo Yan what she likes! It's just too hateful!)

(So angry, this kid is really too detestable.)

"Wait, what did I do again?"

Fang Yang cried out that he was wronged; he hadn't done anything! This could be blamed on him too?

Heaven and earth are my witness, Fang Yang could even swear a poisonous oath!

He was really doing this for Mo Yan's own good, really with no other intentions, but these fans didn't believe him, and a bunch of black pots were placed on Fang Yang's back.

"Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to buy groceries and make you something delicious at noon."

Fang Yang felt helpless, but children, after all, could be coaxed; they were generally carefree.

After speaking, without waiting for Mo Yan to react, he pulled her away.

Walking on the road, Fang Yang felt something was a little off.

Were these people staring at him as they walked?

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Fang Yang didn't feel any kindness; instead, he felt deep malice.

Whether it was those walking, strolling, walking their dogs, or sitting outside playing chess, Fang Yang felt something was wrong.

"Umm."

Hearing Mo Yan's whimpering, Fang Yang regained his focus and turned his attention back to her.

"Oh! Did I hold your hand too hard? Sorry."

Fang Yang immediately squatted down and rubbed Mo Yan's hand.

His gaze, however, was restlessly scanning every move of the people around him.

As expected, Fang Yang's voice just now had been intentionally loud, just to observe their expressions.

A few normal old men were playing chess, very seriously, or perhaps they were hard of hearing and didn't look at them.

As for the rest, every gaze directed at them was one of scrutiny and coldness.

(Brother Yang, why are you so careless? Mo Yan must have been hurt, right?)

(Stupid! Look where Brother Yang is looking!)

(Uh, hehe, it's already too late.)

That's right, Fang Yang had already stood up; after all, staying too long would definitely arouse the other party's suspicion.

Holding Mo Yan's hand, Fang Yang continued to walk forward, his mouth filled with doting words.

"Be good, I'll make you something delicious. Let's go, we're going to buy ingredients."

Passing the street corner, Fang Yang glanced at the few people on the street from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, they were slowly moving toward them.

"Damn it, they're coming for me!"

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Fang Yang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't help but tighten his grip on Mo Yan's small hand.

(No, no way, Brother Yang, who did you provoke again?)

(Run! While there's still distance!)

(No! We don't know how many people they have. If we run now, what if they have people ahead? Doesn't that just tell them we've been exposed and they should move in to grab us!)

(Then, then what do we do? If we don't run now, we'll be caught anyway once they get close!)

"I, how would I know who I provoked? Clearly, I haven't provoked anyone..."

Fang Yang's voice came to an abrupt halt.

He hadn't offended anyone recently, but Li Zimu might have. No, or rather, the people Li Zimu offended had the patience to wait years and still not give up on revenge.

If that was the case, it wasn't a simple grudge.

A grudge that could be remembered for decades, surely that was on par with the hatred of killing a father or stealing a wife!

Fang Yang calmed his mind and carefully thought about when he was discovered to have a connection with Li Zimu.

Or was it that long ago, when he was traveling back and forth to Li Zimu's residence, they had already made up their minds to catch him?

But hindered by the lack of a good opportunity. Damn it, if that's the case, hadn't he been caught by the other party?

After all, he had already moved out now.

(How about we call the police!)

(What are you thinking? Do you really think you can change the plot they've already written?)

(What if? What if Brother Yang has a sudden whim and wants to increase the difficulty? Think about it, when has Brother Yang not been going head-to-head in high-end games in these professions?)

(Seems, that's true?)

(What do you mean seems? Can Brother Yang make this kind of mistake? What crime would you charge them with if they came? Stalking? Or suspicion? Besides, they haven't even shown such intent yet.)

"These guys..."

Fang Yang glanced behind him and found that the other party's footsteps were getting faster; it seemed they were about to make a move now!

"Wait? This is..."

Fang Yang understood. They were probably afraid of being seen by passersby, so they hadn't acted. Now that they were acting, it meant these were all their people.

Including those in front!

"Run!"

Fang Yang seized the opportunity and let Mo Yan leave along a small street. At the very least, they couldn't both fall into the other party's hands, right?

(This, I guessed wrong. It turns out they just wanted to act when there were no outsiders.)

"What are you standing there for? Run!"

Fang Yang felt anxious seeing Mo Yan standing motionless, clutching the corner of his clothes.

"Mo Yan, be good, don't be afraid. Follow this way and go home. These are my friends; I'll be back in a while."

Fang Yang smiled slightly, as if, just as he said, these people were really just his friends.

After much persuasion, Mo Yan finally lifted her feet and left, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Now, there were no worries behind him. Anyway, their target was only him.

Furthermore, as long as he was here, they couldn't get past!

Watching the ill-intentioned people getting closer and even starting to run, Fang Yang also became worried.

After all, who would want to be caught if they could run?

Once caught, it definitely wouldn't be good; after all, they looked like they were full of ill intent.