Xiao Mo didn't pay attention to Yang Beili's vulgar entanglement, just offered a faint sneer, glanced at her with eyes like looking at a clown, and then quickly walked out.
Outside the restroom, Monica was pacing back and forth anxiously, seeming somewhat uneasy with the wait. Seeing her come out, she hurriedly rushed up, grabbed her arm, "Are you okay? I just saw Yang Beili go in, if it wasn't for that being the ladies' room, I would've rushed in!"
Xiao Mo laughed heartily, "Hahaha, it seems you've really become daft, have you forgotten what your wife does? After all, she's a Class C assassin, as for that fat woman Yang Beili, even if ten of her came, I could kick them into balls and have them roll out in a line!!!"
