Bo Sishen's smile was very subtle, almost undetectable, gently spreading at the corners of his mouth.
However, his voice was cold as he spoke, "Come with me."
He snatched the card from her hand and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
The person across the street who had been watching Mu Shini perform the task saw her things get taken and thrown away, thinking she was in trouble, quickly rushed over.
"Hey! Uncle, why do you always mess up my work!" Mu Shini was a little angry at Bo Sishen's actions.
"Mu Shini, working here in such cold weather?" Bo Sishen gritted his teeth coldly, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders, ordering in a frosty tone, "Go home!"
"Uncle, I don't want your money! I want to earn my own money and support myself!" Mu Shini handed the bank card back to Bo Sishen, feeling an immense pressure she had never felt before.
Since moving out of the Mu Family, no one had called to ask how she was doing.
