Shortly, a glamorous woman got out of the Ferrari — Mo Ning?
Yes, it was Mo Ning!
Mo Ning stepped out from her sunglasses, staring at Li Huai for several seconds before she approached.
"Li Huai, you are flattering yourself. I just happen to be passing by," Mo Ning crossed her arms. Her breathtaking beauty was complemented by a stoic expression and the chilly tone of her voice. Coupled with her black trench coat, this portrayed an air of aloofness.
Li Huai chuckled, stepped forward, and suddenly grabbed Mo Ning's left wrist. Mo Ning instinctively retreated, but she couldn't break away from Li's grasp. Initially, she wanted to use her right hand to shake him off, but Li stopped her: "Before I decide to confront you, you'd best not move against me."
Li Huai's words contained an undertone of threat. Mo Ning was itching in fury, but she felt powerless against the formidable boy.
"What are you trying to do?" Mo Ning ultimately lowered her right hand.
