"Pick it up."
"I won't!"
An extremely angry roar.
Daring to openly contradict orders like this, Mo Shangjun paused slightly as she was about to take off her gloves, her gaze swiftly moving to Du Xiangxiang, whose face was flushed red, before she took off her other glove.
"Reporting, I'll help her pick it up!"
Li Xuan sensed that something was not right, swallowed hard, and called out in time.
"It's none of your business."
Mo Shangjun coldly threw four words at her.
Li Xuan pursed her lips and bowed her head, not daring to meet Mo Shangjun's eyes.
Mo Shangjun stepped forward, approaching Du Xiangxiang. With each step forward, the pressure that Du Xiangxiang felt increased until Mo Shangjun was in front of her. Du Xiangxiang's whole body trembled, every sense tingling with tension, Mo Shangjun's presence alone suffocated her into utter submission.
