C693 Call for Help

As Mo Yun descended the stairs, Shea Meng's expression was thunderous. Before she could approach, he strode over and grabbed her by the throat. "What do you think you're doing? What's going on?"

Mo Yun tried to play dumb, but it was hard to speak with her throat constricted. "Mr. Shea... is there some misunderstanding?"

Shea Meng sneered, tightening his grip