Qin Mu pressed his lips together, delivered his point, and no longer wished to speak further.
"Now, Uncle Feng, cooperate a bit, I need the list."
Feng Jun: "..."
Feng Jun looked at the paper and pen in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times. After a long while, he trembled as he picked up the pen, and then wrote down the list.
Among them were many people Qin Mu knew.
Qin Mu squinted his eyes, a dark gleam passing through his black ones.
Some impurities need to be removed for the water to become clear…
"Hmm, I'll thank you on behalf of Feng Lie… Uncle Feng, enjoy your twilight years."
After saying that, Qin Mu clutched the list tightly in his hand and left Feng Jun's study directly.
Feng Jun's face turned ashen, collapsing powerlessly into the chair, sitting for a long while without recovering.
Trapped…
Unexpectedly, his life's fame was ruined in the hands of a young boy,
Qin Mu, whom he had once nurtured quite a bit.
