"Remember, I don't have a mean character like An Yunnuan."

"Quan Jin was ruined by you, and was looked down upon and scorned by. You even wanted to dig out An Yunnuan's heart for her sake. Do you think..."

"As long as you change your mind, will I forgive you?"

"The whole family is dead, the father is dead, the mother is dead, the child is miscarried and he is imprisoned. In the end, with just one sentence, you can still applaud for love."

"It's effective on anyone."

"But me? It's just disgusting!"

"Don't think that all the hurt can be washed away through the two noble words of love. That's what those of you who love first need!"

Quan Jin stood at the door of the Quan family's security room, looking straight ahead with a very indifferent expression.

She pulled her right hand on Mo Qingtian's hair and exerted force.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

He directly knocked Mo Qingtian three to four meters away and fell heavily to the ground. The sound of broken bones was heard three times in a row.

The ground was covered in blood. Although it was not fatal, serious injuries and hospitalization were inevitable.

"ah!"

"My...my hand!" Mo Qingtian couldn't care less about his image as a domineering president and rolled on the ground in pain.

Quan Jin lowered his head and looked down at him.

Her hands were crossed coolly, and her arrogance didn't need to be deliberately faked. It had already been engraved in her bones: "Next time, scream in front of me again."

"I'm going to take your life!"

The time soon arrived at ten o'clock the next day.

International racing circuit!

The general manager and everyone from the racing department are here.

There were at least tens of thousands of spectators at the track, and everyone was looking at the huge screen in the center that monitored the entire race track.

"Manager, she...she won't come, will she?"

"The competition was postponed for half a month, and she didn't even reply to a message."

"Are we really going to lose?" The racing driver clenched his fingers tightly and lowered his head in guilt and self-reproach.

Are we really going to lose?

I really need to tell the whole world!

Can their headquarters be bullied by country R?

What dignity, what counterattack, what race car driver, they are not worthy of standing here at all!

Like Country R said, they are trash!

"There are three minutes left."

"Three minutes..." The manager smiled bitterly in disappointment.

On the central screen, on the track leading to the entrance of the racing track, there was no car he was looking forward to.

"It's fate..."

The manager closed his eyes and replied resignedly: "Try your best, this is your fate...if you lose, you lose."

sorry......

He did his best, and the headquarters did its best!

The racers from country R entered the venue at the right time and immediately saw the manager. A group of people walked towards the manager in high spirits.

"Tsk, are you waiting for help?"

"After ten years of humiliation, why don't you Chinese give up?"

"Hahaha, haven't they always just talked nonsense, but in fact it's of no use at all?"

"Tomorrow! Your headquarters is going to inform all countries around the world and send an apology letter to Country R. Hahahaha, what a bunch of rubbish! Bah!"

The steward clenched his fists.

His joints were so clenched that he turned white and his face turned red. It was because he was incompetent! He was so incompetent that he could only endure these humiliations.

Rubbish.....

Chinese trash......

Quan Jin, did you hear that?

In the eyes of people in R country, the people in our headquarters are trash... We are going to lose, we will lose, do you hear that?

"Attention fellow racers!"

"There is only one minute left before the race. Please enter the racing track. Countdown... fifty seconds... thirty seconds!"

Listen to the host's voice.

The manager's clenched fists unclenched, and for just a few seconds, he seemed to have aged ten years: "Those who deserve to lose can't escape, they can't escape..."

"sorry....."

My fellow citizens, I'm sorry...

Headquarters, I'm sorry...

The racers from the two countries were ready to take their positions, but the steward turned his back with determination: We lost, after ten years of hard work, we still lost...

"There are still fifteen seconds left in the countdown!"

Just when the manager was feeling disheartened and the competition was about to begin!

"brake--"
Chapter completed!