Xia Yuan was completely shaken, staring at the screen in disbelief, her mouth agape. "This… this is…"
Xia Yuan clutched the remote in her hand, frantically trying to turn off the video.
But the moment her fingers touched the red power button, Mo Shiche, who had been peeling shrimp, suddenly lifted his eyelids. He picked up a fork from the table and threw it straight at her—
The fork struck Xia Yuan's hand hard, knocking the remote out of her grasp, and then whooshed straight into the wall!
Instantly, silence enveloped the hall.
Xia Yuan looked at the three bloody scratches on the back of her hand, the pain instantly bringing tears to her eyes. "Shiche… President Mo…"
"Didn't you switch the video to play this?" Mo Shiche watched her with an emotionless face. "Since you want to play it, then let's watch it till the end. Did you think this is a playground, where you can play however you please?"
