Just thinking of the conflict that had happened at the studio yesterday—when Jing Xi had fired three shots at her—her heart would tremble in terror.
Although there were no bullets in the gun, it showed that the woman really dared to shoot her and she really wanted her life.
Mo Yutian clasped his hands behind him, his body half hidden in the shadows. He was very annoyed by her crying noise. "Stop crying! What did I tell you? Didn't I tell you not to provoke Jing Xi? Did my words fall on deaf ears?"
Though Lan Ling-Er was used to being proud from being spoiled by her brother, she was still afraid of Mo Yutian. "She is the one who provoked me first, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered with her!"
"Is she that kind of woman? I really don't understand. Why do you always clash with her?"
This was what troubled Mo Yutian the most.
If only Lan Ling-Er could be more obedient and not trouble Jing Xi, he wouldn't be this stressed out.
