Wen Wan tried to get up, but the man immobilized her slender waist.
"It's not good to leave things unfinished, that's a habit that needs to be changed," Mo Siluo's lips curled up with a wicked smile.
Wen Wan kept struggling, her small hands flailing wildly, accidentally hitting the man's face.
"Have you had enough?" Mo Siluo suddenly became stern.
Wen Wan immediately stopped moving, a little afraid of the man when he was angry.
"I'll give you one last chance to finish what we started. Within three days, Yun's stocks will rise again! Of course, you can choose to leave now, but you should be clear about the consequences your departure will have on Yun's," Mo Siluo threatened coldly.
Wen Wan stared at Mo Siluo with tearful eyes, her small hand sliding off the man's shoulder, her voice slightly choked, "I want, want to go to the restroom."
Mo Siluo released her, his face a bit displeased.
When Wen Wan came out of the restroom, Mo Siluo was no longer in the office.
