If it weren't for Ni Yang's interference, Mo Qishen would surely not have found her unattractive.
She will not let off Ni Yang, the little bitch, who dares to compete for a man.
As the Mo Family's villa appeared closeby, the riding speed of Mo Qishen slowly decreased.
A black luxury car gradually stopped beside him.
Marcus and Morris stepped out of it.
Mo Qishen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up and said with a murmuring smile, "Investigate Zheng Xianjing's whereabouts in the recent days."
Marcus and Morris nodded respectfully.
Mo Qishen flicked the ash of his cigarette and continued, "Don't hover around here in the next few days. Okay, go back now. If there is a problem, just contact me by phone."
"Yes, Mr. Mog."
Mo Qishen barely lifted his eyes. Marcus and Morris trembled with fright and promptly corrected themselves, "Yes, sir."
Without saying much, Mo Qishen turned and walked toward the main entrance of the villa.
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