Duanmu family.

At this time, the family had calmed down and was looking forward to Xiaomu's arrival.

Duanmu Jing was still standing in the room in a daze, his eyes empty.

It was not until Xie Changru was brought that she had other reactions.

The dull eyes became more and more sensational, followed closely, and their eyes were kept chasing.

Unfortunately, Xie Changru couldn't see him.

Li Qiming looked at this scene and sighed: "True love!"

The fake Duanmu Jing was also called back, and was sitting on the sofa, as quiet as a chicken.

Looking at Duanmu family, the pressure was huge and they were restless.

He was called back suddenly and had no idea what he was called to do. The more silent the atmosphere, the more nervous he became.

Li Qiming and Song Shuangshuang sat diagonally opposite each other, whispering to each other.

"If this fake guy knew that he had been exposed, would he do something urgent to jump over the wall?"

"It's very likely."

"What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Stay calm first!"

"No one talks, so it won't be like this stalemate?"

Wang Qian lowered his head and stared at his hands to relieve his tension.

I always feel that the Duanmu family's attitude towards him this time is different from last time.

Although I talked less last time, I was not as silent this time.

This time I obviously looked at him more.

And that look made him furious.

Could it be that my secret was discovered that it was not Duanmu Jing?

It's impossible!

No one believes that if you are stolen from your body, you will never be exposed.

"Son, are you too busy during this period? You've lost weight."

Mrs. Duanmu's words broke the tranquility of a room.

Wang Qian breathed a sigh of relief and replied cautiously: "I'm a little busy."

"No matter how busy you are, don't forget to eat and don't be tired of your health."

Mrs. Duanmu's voice was gentle, but her eyes could not be pretended, and she was staring at the thief who stole his son's body, full of disgust and hatred.

Fortunately, this fake Duanmu Jing was too nervous and didn't pay attention.

Wang Qian pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a gentle smile: "I know, mom."

Mrs. Duanmu's face changed, her hands clenched into fists, and she couldn't help but slap the thief who occupied her son's body and shamelessly called her mother.

Fortunately, reason prevailed, and she restrained the violence in her heart.

However, the hall, which was already silent, was even quieter and could be heard for a moment.

It just so happened that Xiaomu brought Mo Heng to a comer, breaking the strange atmosphere in the room.

Li Qiming was finally able to take a breath. In just a few minutes, he felt uncomfortable.

Seeing Xiaomu was like seeing a savior, unable to hide his excitement, and asked in a low voice, "Xiaomu, I've brought it, now send Duanmu Jing's soul back to his body?"

Xiaomu turned his gaze to the ancestor and asked for help from the ancestor.

Along the way, Mo Heng also knew what the situation was.

Although there are few things like taking over the body, it is not without them.

There was once a man who practiced some evil Taoism and continued his life by taking over his young body. When he was discovered, he used this trick to steal more than fifty young and rich bodies, both men and women.

All have lived for nearly two hundred years.

In the end, there was nothing left that was struck by a thunder.

For him, it would be easy to deal with a matter of taking over the body.

However, in the face of Xiaomu's request for help, he had no intention of taking action.

Xiaomu is just when he needs experience, so he can give some advice, but he can't help him solve it.
Chapter completed!