Mo Junyan sat lazily in the car. His cold and handsome face was expressionless.
However, he was filled with suspicion, disbelief, and disdain.
What did the woman who had a miscarriage and fallen in a pool of blood three years ago have anything to do with him?
Not to mention three years ago, he had never touched any woman in the past three years.
Speaking of touching, well, he thought of that night again, and his cold eyes flashed.
But the timing didn't match.
He started dreaming of that woman three years ago, but the woman he had touched was four months ago.
Therefore, Sole Light was definitely spouting nonsense.
That's right. Under the repeated pleading of his parents, he followed them to the legendary Nanshan Temple in Helan Province thousands of miles away.
When they arrived at Nanshan Temple, Mo Ronghua and his wife first donated five million to repair the monastery. Then, they were brought to see Abbot Yidian by a round-faced, fair, and adorable novice monk.
