Even Jiang Qin, who had been maintaining her arrogant goddess façade, stood up abruptly.
Chen Jiali had her head pressed down on the table and her mind was scrambled.
Mu Anan's voice was very cold. "I'll give you a choice. Apologize now or get disfigured."
"Mu Anan! You think that... You, you, you, don't do anything..."
Chen Jiali was indignant at first but Mu Anan had already grabbed a pen from the table and stabbed it hard into Chen Jiali's face.
If Chen Jiali said another word, the pen would cut her face.
Mu Anan, on the other hand, looked like a cold-blooded killer, completely expressionless.
Seeing this, Chen Hua hurried forward. "Anan, Anan, calm down."
The surrounding people were already scared silly.
"Apologize? Be disfigured?" Mu Anan asked calmly.
The smug Chen Jiali now felt pain on her face and her life threatened. She did not dare to be impudent. "I apologize, I apologize. I was wrong."
