1237 The Abnormal Mo Yongheng

No one could help but silently mourn for Mo Yongheng, as they stared at him as they would stare at a dying man…

Mo Yongheng continued to put up a calm look even though Qi Yan was grabbing onto the collar of his shirt.

However, his eyebrows were slightly knitted and he stared at Qi Yan with an obvious look of annoyance.

Qi Yan was fuming with rage. Just as he was about to send a punch toward him, Tan Bengbeng snapped back to her senses and rushed forward to grab onto his arm.

"Qi Yan, what are you doing? Young Master Yongheng is here to collect us, you can't simply beat someone up because of a disagreement!"

"The way he spoke is lowly!"

"You are lowly!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Try it then!"

"Don't try me!"

"…"

Tan Bengbeng was stuck in the middle of two men's verbal battle and they seemed to be engaged in a life and death struggle.