Bei Lun exhaled a ring of smoke and smiled radiantly. "Don't you try any tricks."
Mu Xichen smiled sarcastically.
He looked at Bei Lun with his pair of sharp phoenix eyes and said unhurriedly, "Even if I play tricks, what can you do?"
His tone was light and mocking.
It was a provocation.
Bei Lun's smile widened as he held the cigarette between his teeth.
He glanced down and immediately, ground the sole of his leather shoes against the top of Mu Xichen's. "Then you might end up having a bad time."
Mu Xichen laughed. His expression was stone cold as he pulled back his fist and sent a punch into Bei Lun's face.
Bei Lun raised his hand to block the attack, then, removed the cigarette butt and thrust it towards Mu Xichen's face.
Mu Xichen grabbed Bei Lun's wrist and stopped sneering. However, his eyes were still full of sarcasm.
