Meng Chen couldn't eat much, but he couldn't eat much. His brows were furrowed, and there seemed to be countless worries hidden in his eyes.

After a long time, he stood up and said hoarsely, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Meng Chen opened the door and walked out. His back was long and desolate, and he looked indescribably lonely.

Ye Jiaqi stared at his back for a long time.

"Master, when did Mr. Meng come back?" Ye Jiaqi asked softly.

"It was probably at night. When I came to box in the morning, it was still dark, and he was sitting on the ground alone. He didn't say a word and just smoked. He didn't care whether the ground was cold or not." The old man shook his head and sighed, "It's all long.

Now that I'm older, I have my own worries."

"Is there still no news from Xiao Zi?"

"Well, Ah Shen has searched all over London and can't find anyone."

"Then Mr. Meng is still leaving?"

"Let's go. He said he would leave soon. He didn't want to say anything more to me, so I just smoked with him." The old man sighed. "When I was a child, he was the closest to me among the boys. He was warmer than Si Nian.

If you have a heart, you are willing to tell me what is on your mind, but now, I am unwilling to say anything."

The old man took a sip of hot tea, and his eyes became cloudy and bright.

"What's the conflict between Xiao Zi and Mr. Meng?" Ye Jiaqi asked.

Suddenly there was a look of pain on the old man's face, and he even gritted his teeth in pain: "If I am really wrong, the source of the mistake lies with me. Why did I accept such a rebellious and inhumane disciple many years ago!"

Ye Jiaqi's heart trembled. She had never heard anyone mention these words.

She had asked Josnian before, but Josnian always used the excuse that he didn't care about other people's private lives and didn't tell her.

She always felt that the conflict between Xiao Zi and Meng Chen was not just caused by Xiao Zi's love of drinking and going to nightclubs. Drinking and smoking can be changed, but some things that are deep in the memory and deep in the bones are difficult to change.

"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it." The old man was heartbroken, his eyes full of scarlet bloodshot eyes, "Zhou Hongming, that beast! Beast!"

He banged his fist on the table several times, which sounded particularly solemn in this empty room.

Ye Jiaqi's heart was also trembling.

Zhou Hongming? This was the first time she heard this name.

Since the old man didn't want to say anything, it wasn't convenient for her to ask again.

She is an outsider.

She knew nothing about the past at the training ground.

The air became quiet, and you could hear the gurgling rain outside. It seemed to be raining harder again.

Ye Jiaqi replenished the old man's tea several times, and she saw anger, sinisterness, heartache, and a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

Not long after, after probably finishing a cigarette, Meng Chen came in again.

He picked up the windbreaker on the hanger and put it on.

This time, Ye Jiaqi took a good look at him.

Within just a few months, he seemed to have changed into a completely different person, extremely haggard, and his whole person seemed to have aged five years.

Meng Chen took the umbrella, stood at the door, glanced at them, and said quietly: "I'll take my leave first."

"Ah Chen, why don't you sit with Master for a while?" The old man's eyes were filled with turbid emotions.

"I will accompany you again when I have the chance." Meng Chen looked indifferent, with no expression on his face. "On a good day, if you have any questions, please contact Ou Fan. He can be trusted."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to speak, he turned around, opened the door, held an umbrella, opened his long legs, and walked into the rain.
Chapter completed!