After listening to Qian Yikun's explanation, the corners of Mo Fei's mouth twitched. She really could not tell what Ding Jiaqi meant by doing all that.
Ding Jiaqi simply went on to offend Gu Juexi.
"What about now?" Mo Fei placed her chin on the back of her hands. "I'm suffocating so much I'm about to die, especially with that old lady around. Seeing her annoys me so much."
Qian Yikun reached out to hold Mo Fei's hand and leaned forward slightly. "You can keep Ding Jiaqi around for now. This woman doesn't have a brain. She's someone you can use in the future."
"This woman is—"
"Keeping an idiot is much more useful than keeping a scheming person," Qian Yikun said softly. Then, he gave her a meaningful glance at the door.
Mo Fei pursed her lips tightly, unable to shake off the frustration at how troublesome these people were.
Mo Fei also turned back and looked at Qian Yikun. "She's here for you, after all."
