Mo Yang's attitude was resolute, but his gaze surreptitiously drifted towards the bag of white powder not far away.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but slightly curl his lips into an indifferent smirk.
Everyone has their weaknesses, and Mo Yang's weakness had just been laid bare.
"You'll definitely be begging me later!"
A cold smile played at the corner of Zhu Bufan's mouth as he walked straight towards the bag of white powder.
When he reached the bag of white powder, Zhu Bufan grabbed it in his hand.
Seeing Zhu Bufan seize the bag of white powder, Mo Yang's face instantly changed, and he shouted anxiously, "What are you doing! Give it back to me, that's mine!"
Watching Zhu Bufan toy with the bag of white powder that he valued so highly, Mo Yang felt an inexplicable surge of tension and unease.
To think, this small thing cost him a whopping four hundred thousand.
