Especially Mo Hexuan, that guy, personally brought her here.
She walked to the side, picked up a baseball bat, walked to the center of the room, and fiercely smashed the puppet with the bat.
Hmm... If she imagined this fellow as Mo Hexuan, that feeling was quite satisfying.
She squinted her eyes, smashing the puppet while shouting, "Mo Hexuan, you bastard!"
"Cough cough cough..."
Mo Hexuan, sipping his coffee on the side, suddenly choked.
On the other side, Qin Youxue was already into it, wielding the baseball bat ferociously against the puppet, her face twisted, extremely fierce.
"Mo Hexuan, I hate you!"
"I hate you to death!"
"Go to hell!"
...
Mo Hexuan silently stood up from the sofa, opened the door, and walked out.
He closed the door, leaned against the booth door, and lit a cigarette.
"Mr. Mo," the waiter whispered, "Is there anything you need?"
