"Enough!"
"What, that's enough?" Mo Nanjue lowered his head, his attractive thin lips brushing past his ear, his voice deep and magnetic, "Weren't you calling 'Young Master' constantly? Now the one lying here is Han Qingqing. I'll have someone bring a photo of Luo Xiao right away. If you can call out 'Young Master' to the photo here, I'll call you granddaddy, how about that?"
"Enough! I told you to stop talking!"
Leng Qing began to tremble violently; how could he withstand such provocation? He reached out to push away Mo Nanjue's hand, but how could the man let go? Instead, his five fingers tightened their grip, "Answer me! Weren't you following Luo Xiao? You were willing to go through fire and water, even change your head and face for him, and now are you afraid of a woman?"
"..."
Mo Nanjue's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "I told you to speak!"
Leng Qing was on the verge of collapse. He raised his hand to push him away, "Mo Nanjue!"
