Wen Qingqing furrowed her brow and looked at her warily.
Qin Mo watched her get ready for battle and let out a sarcastic laugh. She saw the obvious silicone pads beneath Wen Qingqing's low-cut dress. Seizing the moment, Qin Mo slipped the bank card into her cleavage.
"Keep the million for yourself!"
"You... you..." Wen Qingqing's face flushed red, words caught in her throat, unsure how to retaliate. Without thinking, she stood up, ready to slap Qin Mo across the face.
But Qin Mo swiftly caught her wrist and gripped it tightly; she was not afraid of offending Wen Qingqing.
"Miss Wen seems a bit too hot-tempered. Let me cool you down."
She grabbed a coffee cup and poured it right over Wen Qingqing's head.
Qin Mo was petty and held grudges.
She was simply returning the favors Wen Qingqing had once done to her.