บท 1716: The Same Birthmark (Part Thirteen)

"Alright, since you despise me so much, I'll leave." Mo Fei slammed her hands on the table and stood up.

"Sit down," Qian Yikun could keep it in and barked at her when he saw that she was about to leave.

"Hypocrite, who do you think you're giving orders to? If you have the guts, arrest me before you order me around." Mo Fei's temper was even worse than his. She slammed his palm on the table loudly.

The people outside heard the commotion inside and instantly thought that their boss had found a gangster lady indeed.

Qian Yikun slammed the folder in his hand shut and looked at Mo Fei coldly. Did this woman ever need anyone to take pity on her? She probably had no use for that now, no?