A faint glint flashed in the depths of Mo Hexuan's eyes, he grinned slightly, saying nothing.
Meng Xi'er was visibly flustered, losing her prior composure, her heart thrown into turmoil by Mo Hexuan's subtle words, she could no longer remain calm for the interview.
"Mr. Mo, perhaps you aren't in the mood for an interview today," Meng Xi'er said respectfully, bowing slightly, "We'll arrange this for another time then."
Missing out on this exclusive interview with Mo Hexuan was undoubtedly a pity, but she could always work harder and take on more interviews in the future.
Without waiting for Mo Hexuan's reply, Meng Xi'er reached for her voice recorder on the coffee table and turned to leave.
Before she could take a single step, her wrist was suddenly seized by his cold hand. Startled, Meng Xi'er's eyes widened. Before she could regain her senses, he forcefully yanked her back, throwing her harshly onto the sofa.
