Mu yuan's mother burst into tears.

Mu yuan was stunned, and his blood color faded from his face. When Jack called today, he seemed to hear a vague word, remote transmission, no need to link the computer. As long as he was close to the library, he could transmit all electronic information, that is to say, as long as he was close to the study, he could link and transmit, and his mobile phone was always held by his father.

His father has been locking himself in his study.

God given opportunity.

Even if his father didn't take his mobile phone by chance, his room is only separated from the study by a wall, and others can get the information of the study. Mu yuan is cold all over.

"What friend did you make? You thought about me, your uncle, and how your brother would deal with himself and put a traitor charge on our family. If you let me have the face to see my ancestors, you might as well shoot me."

Mu firmly believed that his voice was loud and full of confidence. Mu yuan saw the disappointment and hatred in his father's eyes. He was like a man without a soul. He was constantly pushed from behind, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, not knowing right or wrong, ignorant, and didn't seem to know what happened.

He didn't believe that Jack would do such a thing.

Jack he knew was indomitable. Even if he really came for the machine tool, he was prepared. He never mentioned or talked about it. It was their tacit understanding that he would not talk about work.

He is also ready to fight with him in his work. He won't frame him with this insidious trick.

"I don't believe it!" Pushed to the edge of the cliff, Mu yuan finally heard a faint protest. He was convinced that the man he knew would not do such a thing.

There must be some misunderstanding here.

Mu firmly believed that he was so angry that he wanted to hit him again, and was stopped by Mu yuan's mother. Mu yuan's mother looked at her son disappointedly, "your father is going to be taken away for questioning, and may not come back. You are still facing an outsider, Xiao Yuan, you are so confused? Would you rather believe an outsider than us?"

Mu yuan was not repelled by this sentence, but the eyes cast by his family made him feel uneasy, and his aunt, who had always loved him, couldn't believe it. Mu yuan seemed to be chained to the cross and burned, and no one could understand his difficulties and feelings.

A guard came in. "Chief, it's time to go."

Mu firmly believed and nodded. As he left, Mu yuan seemed to have lost his backbone. Mu Jianshou was a politician. He said faintly, "if someone asks about your relationship with whom, firmly deny it, and know it or not, otherwise you will never see your father again. Our enemies may be reveling at the moment, grabbing evidence everywhere. Domestic enemies are much more terrible than foreign enemies."

"Yes, I see." Mu Yuan said that he suddenly grabbed his coat and hurried out.

"Stop!" Mu Jianshou was angry. "Do you take my words as a breeze?"

"I want to ask clearly. If I don't ask clearly, I won't be reconciled."

Despite the obstruction of his family, Mu yuan drove a jeep like a rocket, regardless of it, rushed out of the courtyard and ran to his small apartment. He didn't even have time to park the car and rushed upstairs, but he didn't expect to see a man in the small apartment, a tall man in black with sharp eyebrows and eyes, armed with guns. Both of them looked back at Mu Yuan who suddenly broke in.