This place hasn't changed since three years ago.
When Luo Qiangwei moved into the CEO's office, she didn't even change the teacup or the pen, all of which were left by Mo Shiche.
She thought that if he ever came back, he might feel something seeing this—
And now he's saying he wants to smash it.
It's really not pleasing.
Luo Qiangwei smiled thinly, "You can smash it if you want, Mo Shiche… Mr. Muo Huangnian, you take a swing here, and I'll have someone stab Sheng Miao. Let's see if my office can withstand a smash, or if the woman you care about can withstand a stab, hm?"
Mo Shiche's handsome jaw tensed, as if he were on the edge of endurance and self-control. A few seconds later, he pursed his lips and said coldly, "Let her go."
"Just like that?"
"Name your terms."
