Mo Ran huffily let go of his hand, hands on hips as she glared at him.
Gu Yixuan gave her a casual glance and called to the maid, "Throw away all those discs."
The maid looked at Mo Ran in a quandary, who was vigorously shaking her head at her.
"Throw them all away!" Gu Yixuan stressed.
"Yes," the maid reluctantly began to sort through the discs, and Mo Ran did not try to stop her.
Grabbing a pen and paper, she gritted her teeth and wrote down a sentence.
'If you dare throw them away, I'll throw you out!'
Gu Yixuan saw it and scoffed, "Oh, getting bold, are we? Daring to compare me with a bunch of discs."
Mo Ran nervously swallowed, handing him another note.
'If you don't throw them away, I won't throw you out.'
"What if I insist on throwing them away?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow nonchalantly, his gaze sharply fixing on her.
What to do, should she really throw him out?
