Wei blankly stared at Mingshen.
"Forget me?"
Mingshen lazily said, "Just because you are the Mafia King doesn't mean that you can control anything and everything. Telling me to erase only Song Jia's memories? Do you think this is a movie?"
Wei slowly widened his eyes as it finally registered in his mind. He grabbed his shirt and gritted teeth as he coldly glared at him, his chest bursting in anger and uneasiness. "What the hell are you talking about? Forget me? Why would she forget me! I only want her to forget Song Jia!"
Mingshen's gaze darkened at how he grabbed him. "If you understand our positions here, then back off, bastard. You need my help, not otherwise. Stop grabbing me every other second or get out of here!"
Wei ground his jaw and slowly let go of his collar. "Tell me," he quietly said.
