บท 1781: National League

Swoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Mo had already thrown the rose into the rubbish bin. He walked towards the door.

He moved so quickly Zhao Sanpang didn't have an opportunity to continue his speech.

His actions were so immediate.

Bo Jiu had one hand in her pocket as she tilted her handsome face slightly in this direction. The smile at the edge of her mouth made her look naughty and handsome, even though her hair was dyed black. "Master Fatty, I know you are jealous of us and want to use this method to affect my relationship with the captain. You should use your time and effort to look for a partner instead. If you do this again, I will use brute force on you."

Brute… force?

Zhao Sanpang instinctively blocked his stomach when he heard these two words. He looked extremely frightened.

Wait! This wasn't right! Did Little Spade misunderstand him? He didn't send this flower!