Ji Wei was so angry she nearly lost her mind.
This old man, he's really asking for a beating!
Mo Qian reached out to hold Ji Wei's trembling shoulders, then looked coldly at Yamamoto Yu and said in a low voice, "I can tell you what you want to know, just let him go first."
"This person is quite important to you, huh."
Yamamoto Yu wasn't moved much; over the past two years working with Ogilvy, he had expanded quite a few gray channels in Britain, so Mo Qian's information was no longer of great value to him.
The reason he wanted to target them was merely because of old scores in Tokyo, and... Wanfei.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gu, but I'm no longer interested in the information you provide now." Yamamoto Yu shrugged, "What I want is the woman beside you, Miss Ji."
Mo Qian didn't expect Yamamoto Yu's target was Ji Wei; his obsidian eyes showed a trace of astonishment.
"Impossible."
Mo Qian coldly refused.
