Mo Beichen's eyes were bloodshot, and the sight of the two walking away hand in hand overwhelmed his reason, and he absolutely could not let her leave like this.
"Butler, stop Miss Qian. Throw Shen Changqing out," he commanded.
With that, he rose and went upstairs.
He took out his cell phone and called Mou Chenyi, explaining his symptoms. Mou Chenyi cried out in surprise, "Boss, tsk tsk, a person as vigilant as you, and even you have been taken down one day?"
Mo Beichen's lips were pinched tight. When had he started feeling off? It seemed to be at the banquet hall, after drinking that glass of wine. Could there have been something wrong with it?
"Chenyi!" Mo Beichen barked, "Qianqian is not someone you can joke about."
Mou Chenyi touched his nose, "Got it, got it. I'll be right over."
