"Good, good, good, you've been wronged this time. If there's a next time, Uncle Mo won't let her off either," a profound depth flitted across Mo Cang's eyes.
Qin Qin smiled faintly and then appeared distracted for a moment before leaving with Mo Yunchen.
As she got into Mo Yunchen's car, Qin Qin looked at him in confusion, "You haven't said a word. Something seems off?"
Mo Yunchen had been quiet the whole time, and Qin Qin narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips.
"Did something happen to Jing Zhiyue? Did you do something to her?"
Given Mo Yunchen's personality, his lack of objection to Mo Cang's words just now must mean he had already done something, hadn't he?
Had he already taught Jing Zhiyue a lesson?
Mo Yunchen turned his head to look at Qin Qin, "I just disfigured her."
His casual words made Qin Qin's mouth twitch.