When ah ze heard this, he spat and spat the cigarette to the side. He raised his leg and kicked.
"Hiss." Qiming groaned in pain.
Ah ze reached out and pulled him up, patting his face.""Motherf * cker, you can speak normally! Is brother Ben someone you can touch?"
"Ahem." Mo Yancheng coughed softly.
He was originally serious, but ah ze's words made him feel a little awkward.
When ah ze heard him cough, he immediately threw Qiming onto the chair! "Be serious," she said, pointing at him.
"No matter how serious I am, I won't like you."
"..." Ah ze really wanted to kill him when he heard that.
"That night, your mission was to kill Cheng. Unfortunately, you saved her. What does that mean to you? I believe you understand. So, what do you want?" Mo Yancheng never owed anyone favors, especially someone like Qiming.
He didn't believe that Qiming would appear in the desert for no reason, and then leave after saving him.
