"Shut up!" Song Chaoyu roared.
Han Feng actually smiled. He seemed to enjoy Song Chaoyu's expression very much.
He walked slowly to her and said in a low voice: "A slut is a slut, so I'm afraid I won't be able to say it? I didn't experience what happened back then, so it's a pity but I heard from my uncle that your mother died a miserable death, tsk tsk."
"However, our Han family is already merciful enough. Otherwise, how could your Song family have survived until now?"
Song Chaoyu's eyes were red. The raging killing intent is ready to burst out in her heart but when Han Feng really stood in front of her, the shadows and memories of her childhood shrouded her again and she seemed to become the girl who had no power to resist like back then, her body became stiff and she is unable to move.
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Han Feng's mouth: "Hehe, I... eh!"
