"Mo Yongheng…"
Zheng Yan's grip on the edge of his shirt became more forceful and the expression of panic on her face escalated. She felt worse than when her father had almost discovered that they had slept together for a night just now.
Mo Yongheng grabbed the back of her soft hand and gently held onto it.
Feeling the coldness of her hand, he could not help but knit up his brows unpleasantly and tighten his grip on her hand.
He then remarked slowly, "Nothing much. I ran into Zheng Hao the other day and he had just picked up some skilled moves and wanted to practice them on me. Since I had nothing on, I helped him practice for a while but wasn't able to stop in time and accidentally beat him up a few times. Right, Zheng Hao?"
