Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes.
Expel from the family register?
Shen Xinbi nodded, releasing Mo Nanjue's hand, "Just said it casually, anyway, we'll all be on the same side in the future."
"Hmm," Xie Yanghua nodded and then walked to the table, taking out a shirt written in blood from the drawer, "Hall Master Luo, do you remember this shirt?"
It was the one Xie Yanghua forced Luo Xiao to write under duress with Tong Ran at the Jinhou Palace.
Mo Nanjue glanced at it; he wasn't there, and Tong Ran never mentioned it, so he had no impression, "Of course I remember."
"But the antidotes for DevilsKiss I've developed over the years using your formula haven't worked," Xie Yanghua frowned, "Was there a mistake in your writing?"
He handed the shirt to Mo Nanjue, who reached out to take it. The bloodstains had entirely dried and turned black, but the chemical formulas were still clearly visible.
