Once Master Gou found out that Mo Qiong knew about his mutual self-harm with Sister You, he stopped pretending.
When Mo Qiong saw Master Gou's facade crack, he hurt so badly that his whole body twitched. He was instantly caught between laughter and tears.
"Let! Him! An! Swer! The! Phone!" Sister You said coldly from the other end.
Accompanied by the repeated thup thup thup of something stabbing flesh, Mo Qiong's scalp prickled.
Over here, Master Gou writhed on the sofa like a crazed chicken-clawed demon, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'm not answering!"
"Give him the phone!" Sister You said from the other end, punctuating each word with another thup thup thup.
"Hang up!" Master Gou said, gripping his own chin and making his bones crack.
How could Mo Qiong dare hang up? Yet caught between these two ruthless people, he was in indescribable agony.
Master Gou had a stubborn temper, and Sister You was no pushover either. When these two hardheads went head-to-head, neither would back down.
After thinking it over, he placed the phone on the sofa and said, "I'm a little hungry. I'm going to get something to eat."
With that, Mo Qiong slipped away. He wouldn't be able to see which of the two would give in first after he left.
Once outside, he stopped a waiter and asked, "Where's Nawa?"
The waiter led him to the restaurant entrance, and Mo Qiong barged straight in.
A group of local tycoons were seated inside, with Nawa in the seat of honor. Everyone was fawning over him.
As the Thai royal family's financier and the representative of all its industries, Nawa was practically the center of attention wherever he went.
Nawa handled the conversation with ease, but when he saw Mo Qiong barge in, his expression