"Go die, whore." And that was the last message.
Yun Qian Meng gaped. Even she couldn't imagine someone would speak this way to her. Comments on the internet were one thing, but this direct attack from someone who knew where she lived? Despite her money and power, she had every right to be scared.
"Geez, good thing I don't like nice men," she said.
"Are you done?" Mo Qingchen asked, pretending he hadn't heard her attempt at lightening the mood. He glanced at her hand, took the bag from her before moving towards the door.
Yun Qian Meng hurried, hot on his heels and slid her hand inside his free one, and laced their fingers together. He didn't protest or look down with the odd expression like before. Instead, he squeezed her hand tighter as he led her down.
Mo Qingchen let her drive.
