Wang Dali turned his head with a swipe: "Do you know him?"

"I should know him..." Tian Gang's tone was more alienated, "I'm not sure, I haven't seen him for a long time."

"What about others?" Wang Dali asked.

Tian Gang withdrew his gaze from the window and stared at the table: "...I don't know. I haven't had much contact with Mo Sen. We're not very familiar with each other."

"Why don't you go over and have a chat with him?" Wang Dali said.

"Ah?" Tian Gang looked embarrassed, "This——"

"What's the point? Just help me get some information." Wang Dali urged, "What if he really plans to do something bad to my little girl Xiaoxue?"

Tian Gang had a grimace on his face. He was not good at rejecting others, and he still owed Wang Dali a new favor, so he had to leave his seat and walk to the outdoor terrace.

There are several cigarette butts lying in the ashtray on the wooden tabletop, which has been covered with a shallow layer.

A subtle scraping sound.

One hand grabbed the cigarette case. The knuckles were very protruding and the blood vessels were even more protruding. The skin on the thin back of the hand seemed to have been cut open and embedded in a blue net, forming terrifying and ferocious veins on the skin.

The cigarette box was mostly empty, and the packaging was soft. I reached in and pulled out a cigarette. The gloomy-looking man held it in his mouth, skillfully took out a lighter and lit it, stretched his neck forward, and soon puffed out a puff of smoke from his mouth.

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Tian Gang walked around the seat next to the glass door, clasping his hands together uneasily and rubbing them together. He waited until he got closer before leaning forward slightly:

"Um...are you Mawson?"

The man raised his head, and there was stillness in the air for half a second or a second, which made people breathless inexplicably.

Tian Gang hurriedly smiled and pointed at his face:

"I'm Tian Gang. That's Tian Gang, who was in the same class with you in the first year of high school."

"...Oh, it's you. Long time no see."

Mo Sen spoke out, his voice was sweet and hoarse, light and airy, and his tone could not be said to be very surprising, but it was still somewhat ups and downs.

"Hmm...haha..." Tian Gang smiled dryly, trying his best to start a conversation with his hair color, starting with a non-irritating topic, and after a few short back-and-forths, he successfully sat down opposite his former classmate.

Only then did the lens change, showing Mawson's upper body.

Colton off-screen couldn't help but wrinkled his face.

The man in front of me looks to be in quite bad condition. His two eyebrows under his light brown hair are like a pair of rich-colored and spiky worms. His brows are tightly knitted, not because of any specific dissatisfaction with anyone, but because of years of dissatisfaction.

Months of frowning have caused the knot to grow completely on the top of the bridge of the nose, and the wrinkles are so deep that even the most powerful massage therapist may not be able to rub them away.

He squinted his eyes. Colton would also show a similar expression when he was struck by the sun, but he was different. His protruding eyeballs, puffy eyelids and faint eyebags and dark circles were too conspicuous on his pale face.

, Colton stared at his obvious cheekbones, and for a moment he wondered if this man named "Moson" was an addict who was drained by drugs.

"..."

Colton leaned back in his chair without leaving a trace.

The picture showed Mawson's front face. Although he was not looking at the audience across the screen, those piercing eyes made Colton feel an indescribable sense of oppression, and subconscious resistance and avoidance arose in his heart.
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This feeling is even different from Damon's. No matter what you say, the latter's eyes are still bright - even if sometimes it is not a kind light, they still look energetic and "alive"

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But Mawson seemed to be dead, like a lifeless ghost.

Colton couldn't help but move his throat. He knew that he was rejecting people like Mawson, but somehow, he felt a strange affinity with Mawson.

Like...

Just like the same kind.
Chapter completed!