Mù Qiānxún immediately burst into tears.
"Brother Ou Zun, you're going to lose the baby like this."
Gu Mobei's conscience didn't hurt at all.
"Losing you is still better than being tormented by the boss."
Mù Qiānxún despaired.
"I always said I was just there to make up the numbers at Big Dipper, insignificant. Each and every one of you has hurt my young and fragile heart."
Gu Mobei, however, laughed loudly.
"If your heart is so fragile, I suggest you take some time to recuperate, strengthen it. Otherwise, when the boss comes, you won't even survive a single glance from him."
Mù Qiānxún's tears continued to flow.
Her heart was already so frightened by Gu Mobei that it almost stopped beating.
She really couldn't imagine.
What kind of storm of blood and violence would ensue when the boss arrived.
The mere thought was terrifying.
