"You uncultured little wench! You're killing him!" Grandma Ding screamed and pushed Mo Fei, to no avail.
Mo Fei turned around with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Grandma Ding's heart skipped a beat and she took an involuntary step back.
"Ah, it's Cousin Junchi. Why did you come to my room? I thought you were a thief." Mo Fei sneered in a lukewarm manner.
"You—"
"Or is Cousin Junchi here to steal?" Mo Fei snapped as she peered down at Ding Junchi, who was shaking violently on the ground.
Ding Junchi probably did not expect that he would be beaten up like this and had lost the viciousness that dominated him last night.
Ding Jiaqi went over to hold Ding Junchi up. "Cousin Fei, this is a misunderstanding. My elder brother is just—"
"Feifei—" Ding Haonan said with a solemn face. "Isn't it enough to cause a scene in the company? Now, you're stirring up another mess here?"
