章節 532: I Feel Disgusted

"Are you stupid?!" Jia Molei seized He Juan's collar, unable to help himself. His chest heaved in anger as he glared daggers at the man, wishing that he could throttle some sense into the man. "Do you have a fucking death wish or something?!"

His roar reverberated across the open clearing, attracting the gazes of passersby and the security guards alike. Seeing that, Chen Youzhi snapped out of his stupor and quickly grabbed Jia Molei's wrist, muttering, "Let's talk somewhere else."

Jia Molei released his grip with a dark face and slipped into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Are you okay, Boss?" Chen Youzhi asked with concern when he detected the faintest grimace on He Juan's face which he couldn't conceal entirely. 

Nodding, He Juan threw his cigarette butt to the nearby trash can and patted Chen Youzhi's shoulder, "Let's go."