Mo Rao nodded and left with Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan's car was outside the production team. Hu Ya was behind Mo Rao and Mo Yuan.
"Wait." Suddenly, Fu Ying stood in front of the three of them. When he saw Mo Yuan holding Mo Rao's hand, he was so displeased that he couldn't help but want to reach out and tear the two of them apart.
Fortunately, the distant expression on Mo Rao's face allowed him to maintain his rationality.
"President Fu, why do you like to be a roadblock so much?" Mo Yuan mocked. The two men were about the same height and they looked at each other with hostility.
Fu Ying didn't want to argue with Mo Yuan. He invited Mo Rao, "I'll send you back."
"No need." Mo Rao shook her head. She would rather walk back herself than take Fu Ying's car.
"Do you not understand human language?" Mo Yuan hated Fu Ying very much. When he thought of how his sister had been deeply hurt by this man, he wanted to punch Fu Ying to death.
