Jiang Dachun's eyes showed a hint of concern. Without much need for words, Mu Qinghan already understood, yet still felt unwilling.
"Speak!"
"After the eldest miss went to the restroom, she sent out a message. I saw a phone in another private room on the third floor; it should belong to one of those two men."
"Give it to me!"
Mu Yi suddenly reached out, looking at Jiang Dachun.
Jiang Dachun was startled, stepped back two steps, and looked at Mu Qinghan.
Mu Qinghan closed his eyes and glanced at his son.
"Mu Yi, calm down!"
Mu Yi punched the wall beside him hard, his voice rough, like a trapped beast roaring.
"In this situation, how can I stay calm? Haiyun is my daughter, and Tian Tian is also my daughter. Should I just watch them, sisters, turn against each other?"
Jiang Dachun: "..."
Mu Qinghan: "..."
After a while, Mu Qinghan spoke heavily, "Give it to him!"
Jiang Dachun nodded, took out a black phone from his coat pocket, and handed it to Mu Yi.
