Mengxing looked at the dent that was so close to him, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He subconsciously swallowed.
Gu Ran retracted her hand and blew lightly on her fist. "Do you know why I didn't hit your face?"
Mengxing's face was pale as he shook his head gently. Gu Ran curled her lips and said, "You and Mengshen are of the same generation. He calls Mo Yancheng Uncle, and I'm of the same generation as Mo Yancheng. Strictly speaking, you can be considered my junior. If I slap you in the face the first time, it would seem like I'm not protecting the weak. It can also be considered as showing Mo Yancheng some respect."
Mengxing opened his mouth and was about to retort when Gu Ran punched him in the stomach.
"Ugh!" His face turned pale from the pain, and he involuntarily bent down.
"Brother!" Mengshen rushed forward to support him, looking at Gu Ran in panic.
