An Jiancheng walked to the kitchen and looked at the man who had finished eating fried rice and was drinking soup. "You've finished it all."

Mo Ang wiped his mouth. "It's almost done."

An Jiancheng looked at him with an extremely arrogant look. "Since you have finished eating, I think we'll talk."

"Yes, what do you want to talk about."

"You don't need to know what topic you want, you just need to answer yes or no quickly."

"Quick Q&A?" Mo Ang asked with a smile.

My father-in-law has quite a lot of tricks. Is this going to take more words out of his mouth?

Yu Ziqian added aside. "You have to answer quickly. I can't think about it, because I will lie after thinking about it. So as long as you pause, even if you lie, even if you tell the truth."

"That's it. Then I can't stutter?" Mo Ang asked.

"Yes. You don't stutter yourself, so why do you stutter when answering questions? If you stutter, you must be telling lies." Yu Ziqian said in an orderly manner.

Mo Ang glared at the brat and knew that it was nothing to trip me up.

Even the meat ball can recognize him, but Xiao Xinxin can do it, but this brat can't. He still hopes that he can give him a good face, so he doesn't even think about it.

An Ning looked at his father and son, thinking that they could just play. "Then you guys ask questions and answers first, I'll go wash the dishes."

Yu Ziqian glanced at his mother with his little eyes, An Ning glared first, then quitted it, and turned around and left.

Yu Ziqian was sad again. His mother really didn't like her anymore. She must hate her very much.

An Jiancheng immediately started asking: "Who are you?"

Moon replied quickly. "Man."

An Jiancheng angrily said, "I know you are a man, and I asked something else."

Mo Ang raised his eyebrows. "Then I am from M, but I am from Z."

"Are you a descendant of Yan and Huang?" An Jiancheng was quite surprised because he looked like a mixed race no matter how he looked.

"Maybe a certain generation has foreign ancestry, maybe it's a genetic mutation, anyway, my parents are both extraordinary."

An Jiancheng looked at him with contempt. "Well, maybe it's impossible to say which generation of your family has been passed by the Eight-Nation Alliance powers, so you look like a foreigner."

Mo Ang laughed and cried.

(An Ning in the kitchen couldn't help but laugh. Her dad is too damaging to others.)

Yu Ziqian, who was standing next to his grandfather, asked inexplicably. "What does grandfather have to have foreign blood if he is defeated by the Eight-Nation Alliance Powers? A lot of people have died and ruined a lot of things? How can we still leave something behind?"

An Jiancheng was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. "I'll explain this to you in the future. Now we'll ask him, don't ask you to ask me."

Yu Ziqian nodded and quickly closed his mouth.

An Jiancheng continued to ask. "Who else is there in your family?"

Mo Ang smiled. "Didn't you say you can only answer yes or no? But is your question a no or yes?"

"Don't worry about what I'm asking. Just answer quickly. If you slow down, you will be lying."

"Five...Four...Three..." Yu Ziqian started counting down very well.

Mo Ang smiled. "I have parents at home, but after I came out to work, I rarely went home to visit my parents."

"You have a girlfriend in your small mountain village in M ​​country, and you are going to get married."
Chapter completed!