Old Mrs. Mo's hand trembled with anger.
Mo San passed the phone to Mo Jinrong. He could sense Old Mrs. Mo's anger from afar.
"Grandma! I've sent someone to find it. Don't worry, the truth will come to light and nothing will happen."
Mo Jinrong could only comfort her like this.
"What else do you want to happen? Isn't this serious enough? There are so many people watching the Mo Family covetously, who wouldn't want a piece of juicy meat? I don't care what method you use, get it back as soon as possible. I will not let your grandfather's and my efforts be wasted."
Old Mrs. Mo was anxious.
"Mmh, I understand!"
"Let me ask you, is this related to Shengli?"
Old Mrs. Mo recalled their advice and vaguely suspected that the matter wasn't simple.
Mo Jinrong didn't agree or disagree, he just spoke coldly.
"Grandma, I will find it."
He hung up first.
At this moment, Lan Anran sent a message.
