Mo Ting did not say a word as he sat down on the sofa. After a short moment, he finally said to President Fan, "This experience must have left a deep impression on you."
"Sis, why are you pouring him tea? Don't you know what he did to me a moment ago?" President Fan still didn't understand his sister's actions.
At this time, Mo Ting suddenly asked President Fan's sister, "Where is it?"
President Fan's sister looked guiltily at his younger brother, but she had no choice but to hand over all the information President Fan had left in her hands, over to Mo Ting.
President Fan's eyes grew big. Just as he was about to pounce over and snatch the information away, the bodyguard beside Mo Ting stopped him.
"Sis, why are you giving that to him? I trusted in you. How could you hand something so important to Mo Ting?"
"Protecting a murderer is just as bad as being a murderer herself, so why wouldn't she hand this to me?" Mo Ting asked.
"Sis..."
