His taste in women is bad?
Bo Fengheng's steps paused, a wicked fire swelling up inside him without warning, making him turn around fiercely, wishing he could harshly teach her a lesson or simply claim her as his own...
Once the thought arose, it became unstoppable.
"What do you want to do?" Mu Yin said, looking at his brooding and unpredictable demeanor, she was genuinely frightened.
Seeing his own reflection of sudden loss of control in her scared and wide eyes, Bo Fengheng suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
He, Bo Fengheng, the esteemed Young Master of R.E Group, needed to fight over a woman with someone else?
What a joke!
He turned back, picked up the glass on the table, took a sip, then with the air of a spoiled gentleman, flopped lazily back onto the sofa, while casually flicking a lighter to light a cigarette, and with a lifted brow and teasing smile, he stared at her, "If you want the files, let Mu Ke come and get them himself."
