Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
If Henry Zhou heard this, he would definitely be upset.
But Mo Yesi didn’t find his words annoying.
He really felt that the competition was boring.
Getting first place in the competition wasn’t difficult for him at all.
He went to the competition with the jewelry he usually designed.
He didn’t expect to get first place so easily.
He felt that the competition was too easy and didn’t have any competitors that interested him, so he didn’t participate in any other competition.
He vanished and became a legend.
“Are you done? Can you move?” Mo Yesi’s patience was almost used up. Although it was a question, there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.
If these reporters refused to give way, he wouldn’t be so nice anymore.
The reporters were all very observant.
When they saw that Mo Yesi was getting impatient, they naturally didn’t have the guts to stop him. Anyway, they’d asked what they wanted to ask the most, so they stepped aside and made way.
Everyone was a little excited.
The information they got was definitely enough to write a trending news article.
Mo Yesi hugged Qiao Mianmian and walked towards the black Rolls-Royce.
The chauffeur was waiting by the side.
Seeing them walk over, he hurriedly opened the back door and stood aside respectfully.
Mo Yesi got Qiao Mianmian into the car first.
Just as she was about to get into the car, she suddenly heard a scream filled with hatred and anger. “Qiao Mianmian, you ruined me. Don’t even think about living well!”
A red figure rushed out of nowhere.
When Qiao Mianmian turned around, the figure was already almost in front of her.
Something flashed, and she closed her eyes. The moment she opened them, she heard the driver shout, “Young Madam, be careful!”
Qiao Mianmian opened her eyes and saw the chauffeur, Uncle Li, running towards her in fear. Mo Yesi’s expression was extremely cold as he stood beside her. Before Qiao Mianmian could react, he pushed her into the car.
Mo Yesi reached out and blocked the dagger.
The dagger in Little Xiao’s hand was taken away. Then, Mo Yesi kicked her coldly and sent her flying a meter away.
Little Xiao’s body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
“Ah!” She screamed in pain as her body curled up.
“Young Master, are you alright?” Uncle Li quickly sized Mo Yesi up. When he saw a trace of blood on his palm, his expression changed. “Young Master, you’re injured.”
It happened too suddenly.
Everyone was shocked.
Qiao Mianmian was also shocked.
When she finally realized what had happened, she opened the door with a pale face and hurriedly jumped out.
Blood dripped down Mo Yesi’s palm, but he didn’t seem to know pain. He only looked at Little Xiao lying on the ground, trembling in pain..
