My Previous Fraternal Twins

"Hey, those of us who run outside all year round, the Mohist family's little trouble can easily spread to us." the driver sighed.

Then he said, "but it's internal news that great events have taken place in Mohism today. Those who used to attend the banquet have left. Are you sure you want to go to Mohism?"

Dong Yazhen's curiosity was immediately aroused. She hurriedly asked, "do you know what happened there?"

The driver shook his head and said, "there are many statements, and we don't know much."

"Ma'am, are you going? If you go, get in the car. I'll leave if you don't go." the driver urged.

"I'll go, I'll go." Dong Yazhen opened the door and got into the car with a smile.

"Your car, too dirty?" Dong Yazhen sat in the car and couldn't help opening her mouth.

The taxi driver grinned: "this car is certainly not as comfortable as the special car just came, but my car is preferential, and it's good as long as there are no sundries in the car."

Dong Yazhen carefully put away her clothes, put her bag on her lap and motioned the driver to drive.

The driver was a talkative person. Before long, he asked, "madam, which room relative of the Mohist family are you?"

Dong Yazhen frowned: "ask less if you shouldn't ask."

Then she tried again, "what happened to the Mohist school today?"

"Madam, it's hard to say. I heard it's about Huo Lao's son. I don't know whether it's true or false. Anyway, my friends said that the guests have left, but the Huo family hasn't come out yet." the driver said mysteriously.

After a little meditation, he said, "it's estimated that the Mohist school will be a big event this time. Huo's son is a big baby."

Dong Yazhen didn't know much about Huo. She asked, "who is Huo always? He has such a big face? Even the Mohists have to fear him?"

"Speaking of Mr. Huo, it's the most famous thing in this ancient town. Mr. Huo is a black-and-white man. Many business outlets of the Mohist family depend on Mr. Huo's help." the driver explained.

Then he looked at Dong Yazhen and said with a smile, "I think you have just come to Mohism? You don't even know Huo."

Dong Yazhen was dumb and looked out of the window, but she was secretly thinking about something.

The driver saw that she wouldn't pay attention to herself, so he didn't say anything more.

Before long, the car heard the door of the Mohist school.

Before Dong Yazhen could speak, the driver took the code scanning card, handed it to her and said, "fifteen yuan."

After Dong Yazhen took out her mobile phone and paid the money, she hurried out of the car.

Then he said, "hurry up."

Dong Yazhen was afraid of being seen coming back in this car for fear of losing face.

The driver naturally understood that he left quickly after receiving the money.

Dong Yazhen strode in the direction of Mohism.

As soon as I got to the front hall, I saw Mo Zehai negotiating with a middle-aged and elderly man.

Through Mo Zehai's attitude, Dong Yazhen guessed that the man should be what they called Huo Lao.

Dong Yazhen saw them from a distance. Their faces were quite friendly and happy. Nothing big should have happened.

She quickly tidied up her appearance and clothes at the corner, put on a friendly smile and walked in the direction of Mo Zehai.

Although Dong Yazhen is in her forties, she is still enchanting because of maintenance, and her face is only in her thirties.

She walked slowly towards them.