Although the tablet had been handed over, Jin Ting could not leave her phone for a moment. The more she read the netizens' comments, the angrier she became. The angrier she became, the more she wanted to read it. In the end, Zheng Mo could not persuade her and could only let her be.
At this moment, Jin Ting was already furious. Because of her anger, her body was trembling. "Pan Jia, that b*tch. I'm going to find her now!"
Jin Ting threw down her phone and was about to open the door and leave without caring about her image.
Fortunately, Zheng Mo reacted quickly and hugged her by the waist. Then, she pressed her back onto the sofa. "Calm down. What happened?"
"I can't care less. If I don't tear her mouth apart now, my surname won't be Jin!" At this moment, Jin Ting was already baring her fangs and brandishing her claws, wanting to get up again. If Wen Nian hadn't come over to help, Zheng Mo wouldn't have been able to control her.