Fu Jiu wanted to clarify that she hadn't forgotten her principles, but at this moment, the more she said, the more mistakes she would make.
So it was best to remain silent.
Time seemed to crawl.
She started wondering if she would be sent to the police.
Qin Mo spoke, his tone cold, "If you don't want anyone to find out, break up with your girlfriend."
Fu Jiu lifted her head, her lips falling apart.
"Her presence obviously isn't going to bring about any benefits." Qin Mo didn't give Fu Jiu any chance to speak. He approached her, his eyes dimming. "It is also a negative influence on the National League, go think about what exactly is important."
Qin Mo calmed his tone. "Go home with me right now, you'll be in an enclosed environment that would aid your thought."
Fu Jiu arched a brow, was the Almighty planning to take care of her personally?
He wouldn't let her home or turn her in; he must still be suspicious.
