Mo Lan saw that she wasn't listening to reason, and her face suddenly turned cold.
She took a few long strides forward, her slender hand grabbing the woman's wrist.
"I told you to stop spraying."
The woman hadn't expected Mo Lan to actually lay a hand on her. Her wrist hurt from the grip, and she screamed in surprise, "What are you doing?!"
The bodyguards who had entered with the woman immediately came over upon hearing the commotion.
"What's going on, what's going on?"
"If you want to talk, talk. Why are you getting physical?!"
"Whose assistant is this? Don't they have any manners?"
The bodyguards surrounded Mo Lan, all talking at once. Seeing this, Ruan Qi frowned and was about to stand up, but Xi Xi was faster and had already walked over.
Xi Xi grabbed one of the bodyguards by the collar and tossed him back effortlessly, like he was handling a small animal.
The bodyguard was furious, "Who the hell—"
