“How do I verify what you said is true or false.”

Meng Zongfan's eyes narrowed slightly again, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Do you believe in fate?" Mo Yu paused, "You do it truthfully, and when the opportunity comes, you will know."

In a blink of an eye, Mo Yu's figure disappeared.

"Fate..." Meng Zongfan chewed the word, "it's interesting."

Next, his figure flashed gently and appeared in front of a black-clad whistle.

"Young Master..."

The whistle looked at him tremblingly.

"Since you heard it all, and it's my father's person, I'm sorry."

Meng Zongfan had a light smile on his face, squinted his eyes, and his tone was gentle, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring breeze.

The secret whistle suddenly crawled out of the hidden point uncontrollably, jumped into the pond next to it, struggled hard in the water for a few times, and then there was no sound.

Mo Yu, standing on the roof, withdrew his gaze from Meng Zongfan and his figure disappeared instantly.

The reason why he left so eagerly was that a countdown appeared in his sight,
Chapter completed!