Fan Hanyi silently cursed the Mo Family's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Damn it!
Why did he have to be such a pain!
Was he deliberately seeking trouble?!
After provoking them, Mo Shangjun put her hand back in her pocket and sauntered away from the door, stepping into the brisk, cold wind.
"Bang—"
Chen Ke slammed his hand on the table and stood up fiercely.
"Squad Leader Fan, what do you mean by this?" Chen Ke demanded, glaring and visibly annoyed.
Who is this person, bringing trouble the moment he shows up!
"Kid, I'm helping you," Fan Hanyi said gravely, looking at him, "don't bite the hand that feeds you."
"You're helping me?" Chen Ke nearly laughed in irritation.
"Do you know her last name?" Fan Hanyi asked.
"Mo!" Chen Ke said impatiently.
"Do you know her background?" Fan Hanyi continued.
"Isn't she just—" Chen Ke started to say something but then paused, his expression becoming enigmatic, "Even if her dad is... sheesh, it's not like that's fair!"
