"Young Master, please stop causing trouble; halt immediately before you hurt yourself," Mengzhu implored, standing in Mo Chen's way and trying to persuade him with kind words.
Determined that they were all the same, Mo Chen couldn't be bothered to deal with her and naturally, his tone was far from gentle, "Step aside, I don't want to hear it."
Mengzhu was helpless, "Young Master, then I have no choice but to offend you."
Seeing the hand that was attacking him, a hint of ferocity flashed in Mo Chen's eyes. He grabbed her arm and bit it without mercy.
Mengzhu's face turned red as she gasped in pain.
She immediately withdrew her hand, the bite mark on her wrist showing blood.
At that moment, the sound of a sports car engine came from outside.
Arrogant and ostentatious.
"Vroom vroom vroom—"
Mo Chen's eyes lit up, sure that Sister Ajiu had arrived.
"Damn it." Mo Su cursed under her breath as she hurried over.
