"Come pick up the person tomorrow morning, or I'll make sure your boss goes down with me."
After speaking, she glanced to the side and looked at the person sitting on the chair, "Do you want to say hello to them?"
The man lifted his eyelids slightly, too lazy to pay her any mind.
"You—"
The other party seemed to have something to say, but before he could get a word out, Mo Shangjun cut him off.
If he didn't speak, then so be it.
She tossed the phone among the pile of random items that had been taken from the man's body.
But as she walked over, upon seeing the smile at the corner of the man's mouth, her eyes narrowed slightly, "What are you smiling at?"
The man slightly lifted his head, fresh blood wantonly spreading across his body, his smile imbued with endless evil and madness.
"How about we really do die together?" he said.
Mo Shangjun sneered, "I was planning to collect your corpse."
"Then why don't you kill me now?"
