"Mo Jing." Ji Wei felt her body going limp, wanting to curse these bastards but unable to muster any strength. She pointed at Mo Jing with her fingers, her eyes full of hope, wishing Mo Jing could help her leave.
"It can't be like this, let her go." Mo Jing couldn't bear it, shaking off Xin Wei's hand, trying to step forward, but as soon as she stood up, her wrist was grabbed again, and she fell into Xin Wei's embrace.
Xin Wei pinched her chin, his brows furrowing with a threatening tone: "You're not even listening to me now?"
"No." Mo Jing lowered her head, feeling wronged, "You can't do this to her."
Watching as Zhou Boliang put Ji Wei on the chair, touching her all over, she turned around and pleaded with him, "President Zhou, please let Ji Wei go. If you're in need of women, I can find some to call over for you."
