Watching Xiang Tian and his entourage being besieged by reporters, Ye Jiuliang turned to leave.
Just as she took a step, the man's long iron arm blocked her path.
"Where are you going?"
Ye Jiuliang looked up at him, tugged at the corner of her lips, and said with an amused smile, "To the restroom, do you want to join me?"
"Pfft."
A cold glance shot her way, and Feng Yi covered his mouth, turned away, and his shoulders kept shaking.
Ye Jiuliang was toxic.
Pushing aside Li Mochan's hand, Ye Jiuliang hummed a tuneless ditty and left.
Feng Yi walked up beside Li Mochan, lowering his voice, "The crew member who sabotaged the engine has been caught, should we hand him over to her for handling?"
Who "she" referred to went without saying.
Li Mochan's eyes were indifferent, "Let them handle it themselves." He didn't want others to take too much of his little wolf cub's attention.
Feng Yi nodded.
"Bring me the car keys," Li Mochan said.
