"Don't worry. I'm not interested in kidnapping you. You are not worthy."
Mo Wen flicked his finger and a cold aura directly seeped into the Qin Fourth Young Mistress' body. The next moment, the Qin Fourth Young Mistress felt so cold, her face turned green.
Her body was stiff, like a frozen ice cube. She could not even move her fingers at all. She could only sit stiffly on her seat. Then, with a wave of his hand, the car door closed silently by itself.
"You had better drive the car. Otherwise, I dare not guarantee the safety of your young miss."
Mo Wen gave the driver a glance, his voice plainly revealing the seriousness of the situation.
The driver had his hand behind his back, seemingly prepared to pull out the pistol that he had hidden. However, he obviously did not have the opportunity.
