His pants were torn
After mo Wen finished speaking, the room was empty, and he was the only one left.
He could only pick up his phone and make a call to mo Yanchen.""Hello, brother Yi, it's me!"
"What's wrong?" Mo Yancheng was busy. When he received mo Wen's call, he stopped in his tracks, thinking that mo Wen had something important to report.
"It's like this, there's been an accident at mo Qiu's side! He's not here. " Mo Wen said.
"I'll contact him! You can do it directly. "
"Yes." As mo Wen spoke, he turned around and walked to the basement. He pushed open the door and looked at Mr. Lian and the Thai man with the broken arm.
Mr. Lian was not surprised to see mo Wen here. He had been imprisoned here for more than a year and his body had been destroyed! He was better off dead than alive.
"Ah," he said. "Mo Wen!" The Thai screamed as he watched mo Wen lift him up and pinch his wound.