"No, things haven't gone that far yet," Ji Nuan comforted him.
"You're right. You've been fired." The man's indifferent voice rang by the door.
Ji Nuan abruptly turned and glared at Mo Jingshen, who wouldn't leave them alone. The man had one hand tucked into his pocket and did not plan on giving Yan Ge even half an opportunity. His expression was bland while his voice was uniquely pleasant.
"What fired?" The other police officer by Yan Ge's side asked in curiosity.
Yan Ge's expression darkened, and he was about to lose his temper. Ji Nuan hurriedly tugged on his wrist, using her gaze to indicate for him to leave first.