"..."
Chen An's shoulder was almost crushed, and he quickly nodded, "I definitely won't mess it up. Leave it to me. If I screw it up, I'll be damned like that bastard Luo!"
Mo Nanjue's lips curled into a satisfied smile. He released his grip, brushed past Chen An's shoulder, and walked out, "Luo An sounds even worse."
"..."
The man strode out, and outside there was the sound of the sports car zooming away. Chen An rubbed his shoulder and stood up. The Men in Black standing beside him bowed their heads, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
Chen An threw a stern look at them, "What's with that expression?!"
The Men in Black quickly stood upright, "Young Master An, it's nothing, just a toothache."
Chen An's face darkened, "If it hurts, get it pulled! Damn it, stand properly and keep a good watch!"
"... Yes, sir."
Chen An flung his hand and walked out. As soon as he stepped out, the Men in Black bent over laughing uncontrollably once he was gone.
