"What do you mean, Mr. Mo?"
"I mean, just do your work, don't touch what you shouldn't touch, and don't do what you shouldn't do." Mo Xusheng put his hand on Nie’s shoulder with a slight strength, his words were full of warning. And the smile on the corners of his mouth made him shudder.
Nie traced his neck, silently swallowing his saliva. His heartbeat couldn’t help but speed up a few decibels.
His eyes turned, and he avoided Mo’s eyes, then he nodded, "You are right, I see."
He revealed a slightly ugly smile, and his heart beat immediately beat faster.
"Just remember." Mo Xusheng slowly withdrew his hand, but did not say anything. He instead turned around and left.
When he saw how far the man had gone, Nie Su breathed a long sigh of relief.
Reaching out, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, thinking of what happened last night and still feeling scared.
He took Shen Feifei to the hotel, and on his way back he met a group of punks and they beat him up without saying a word.