"Ah, Master Mo is about to explode."
An Ruichen stood in front of Qin Qin, stroking his chin with a teasing smile. He hadn't seen Mo Yunchen get angry for a long time. They had just finished dining nearby when Mo Sheng suddenly called, telling Mo Yunchen that Qin Qin had been set up by the Meng Family and sent to this five-star hotel. Mo Yunchen crushed the glass in his hand on the spot, and his gloomy look was still vivid in An Ruichen's memory.
President Zhou lay on the ground, looking up. The presence of the person in front of him was too imposing to ignore, "You… Master Mo."
The dim light still made it clear to him who was standing before him.
President Zhou's voice trembled with fear; he had met Mo Yunchen once before.
"Touching her warrants death." Mo Yunchen's eyes slightly reddened, cold and bloodthirsty. He gripped President Zhou's neck and hoisted him up.
