Injured
Editor: Atlas Studios
President Du's other hand wrapped around Xia Qingyi's neck as he pulled her head up forcefully with his fingers on her chin. There was a faint glimpse of blood on the left side of her neck where the knife was. "What did you say?"
There was a glint of evilness in Xia Qingyi's eyes. "You didn't hear clearly? But, I don't want to repeat my words."
Mo Han, who had been sitting opposite of them, watched in fear. It was as if they had gone back to when he had met her for the first time, when she was the only one who had gone up and calmly provoked the person who had been making a fuss when everyone else in the law firm had moved back in fear.
She had never bowed down to the strong, no matter what.
But, he did not want to see her act like this.
"Xia Qingyi, don't speak nonsense! Shut up!" Mo Han shouted from the opposite side.