"Rest assured." Meng always said, "It's not so easy. It's good that he can keep himself now. He doesn't care about anything else."

I was stunned. Meng always seemed confident that Zhao Ziqiang's Lao Tzu would not produce any more moths, so I was relieved.

"Thanks to Mr. Meng, I thank you for Xiaoding and myself." I said.

"Don't say that." Meng always waved, "Xiaoding has been with me for a long time, and it's not taste in my heart that he left."

I nodded and said, "Mr. Meng, please find a way to sentence Zhao Ziqiang to death. Otherwise, I am afraid they will have some way to do...