The woman bit her lower lip, realizing that playing nice wouldn't work. She decided to make one last attempt, "But Young Master Yan..."
Bang!
Mo Beiyan raised his hand and threw her whole body out. The woman slammed into the cupboard, clutching her arm in pain, "Young Master Yan..."
"Get out, can't have any peace around here. Can't play, don't play like X."
Mo Beiyan turned and left the room, "What's that noise outside?"
His subordinates were startled upon seeing him. It was known that Mo Beiyan never paid attention to things. Last time he stayed here, the North District of Flame Hall was bombed by another gang, yet he slept through it and didn't ask a single question the next day.
The subordinate straightened his posture, "Young Master Yan."
Mo Beiyan took out a cigarette and held it between his lips, "Bored to death, is Luo Xiao with his wife again?"
Uh... The subordinate shook his head, "I'm not sure, but I heard the East Hall got bombed..."
