Qin Mo smiled.
Birds of a feather.
She never expected Ji Chun to command such respect as a young master.
"Miss, please come with us," said the man, wielding a baton as he approached. He looked at Qin Mo with a hint of disdain, probably never having seen someone so clueless about the danger they were in.
Qin Mo didn't often make public appearances in high society, so it was normal for many people not to recognize her.
Biting her lip, Qin Mo's pale lip bore the imprint of her teeth. She didn't know where she found the strength, but she suddenly snatched the baton from the man's hand.
Bang, bang, bang!
She smashed it against the BMW's windows as if venting her anger.
The sound of shattering glass rang out.
"My God!"
"Stop her!"
"Take the baton from her and cuff her! Catch her!"
No one had imagined Qin Mo would do such a thing.
"Don't come any closer."
Holding the baton, Qin Mo gasped for air, her voice slightly hoarse.