Chen Jiahang remained silent and a trace of pain and guilt flashed past his pale face. He felt extremely ashamed of himself for he knew how much she had suffered during their time together.
"I will take her away, Chen Jiahang," Mo Yixuan declared as he balled his hands into fists. After his initial surprise faded, he was back to his intimidating self. "You're not a worthy challenger in every aspect, including women. This is because we are not of the same level at all."
Mo Yixuan said coldly, the corners of his lips had turned upward, and his tone was threatening.
Who was he threatening?
Chen Jiahang? Himself? What kind of level was he at?
The corners of Chen Jiahang's lips turned upward but he did not smile.
He chose to remain silent despite Mo Yixuan's insults and neither could he be bothered to come up with a response.
"Get out!" Chen Jiahang barked in irritation. He pointed at the door and gestured for Mo Yixuan to leave.
