Ji Jiayan nodded. Suddenly, she felt a chill coming from behind her. She didn't dare to turn around and forced herself into the car.
As Mo Qinglan watched the car leave, a dark tide surged in his eyes. A bone-chilling chill spread out from his body, causing the people who had been standing around him to avoid it.
He narrowed his eyes, his sharp eyes like a falcon reflecting a sharp line of sight. An invisible black mist lingered around his body, and the chilling killing intent from hell was frightening.
"Young Master Mo, there's still a meeting this afternoon. Shall we go back?" Chen Shaokang was pushed out by Zhou Ren. As a close minister of the Mo Qinglan, he was always the first person to be betrayed every time the boss was unhappy!
He bravely reminded her that his legs and stomach
