Qin Mo sat there calmly, his noble temperament did not fade the slightest, as if he saw through them. He said lightly. "I submitted your details to the committee. If you choose to quit now, it will be considered abandoning your motherland."
"Abandoning the motherland!" Zhao Sanpang glared at him. "Scheming Qin, in the past, I never knew you would use morals to oppress someone!"
Qin Mo remained unwavering. "Do you know now?"
Zhao Sanpang shook his head. "Despicable, too despicable."
Qin Mo glanced at him and broke into a sudden smile, his warmth dampening. "Seems like Almighty Fatty can't wait to try the bitter gourd juice."
With that, Zhao Sanpang felt a chill run down his back. He wasn't going to speak again!
After a very long time, one of the higher ups came to visit the China team. He asked, since all of them were the tops in their previous teams, how did Qin Mo manage to let them coexist harmoniously.
