Qin Mobai walked into the private room, clad in an ink-black suit, his expression cool and indifferent.
The man's features seemed to be carved by some divine hand, with hair as black as ink, a strong nose, and lips with lines sharp as knife edges.
It's said that men with thin lips are often cold-hearted.
Being glanced at by this emperor-like man, Shen Ruozhuo felt a chill rise up from her back.
She had suspected earlier that these people were called by Qin Mobai. Still, she held onto the dim hope that Qin Mobai wouldn't go this far, but when Qin Mobai appeared, she realized she was wrong.
Qin Mobai would not show mercy to others.
She seemed to have forgotten how Qin Mobai once carved a bloody path on Wall Street and returned to Nancheng with a fortune of billions, establishing a solid presence in Nancheng in a short span.
Everything Qin Mobai gained was entirely due to his own abilities, without a shred of dependence on his family.
