บท 1734: The Same Birthmark (Part Thirty-one)

Mo Fei had always been known for her bad temper. If Ye Yuwei did not hold onto her, the four golden flowers would have already been sent to the hospital.

"Are you sure you want to stop us from leaving?" Ye Yuwei's eyes were cold as she looked at the women in front of her.

"You want to leave after hitting someone? Do you honestly think something as great as that would happen? Just you wait." The woman was so snobbish her nose had risen all the way up her head.

Ye Yuwei nodded and looked at the women in front of her. When her gaze landed on Ding Jiaqi, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Ding Jiaqi frowned. She had an inkling that Ye Yuwei looked familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen her before. She felt uneasy.

"Okay, I'll wait. You can find someone to deal with us," Ye Yuwei sneered.

"Why are you wasting your breath on them?" Mo Fei was unhappy with them and was more than willing to beat them up.