When it came to teeth, Liu Xiaoqiang subconsciously clenched his teeth and pursed his lips tightly.
Then he remembered his face and dignity, and mustered the courage to puff out his chest, "Lan Mu, don't try to scare me, I'm not afraid of you."
He couldn't show any signs of weakness.
Lan Mu laughed and raised an eyebrow, "Are you scared I'll hit you?"
He held a flower in one hand, raising his other fist in the air.
"Ah..." Before he even struck, Liu Xiaoqiang shrank his neck, turned his head away, and closed his eyes. After a long while with no movement, he cracked one eye open and saw that Lan Mu's fist was still raised. He closed his eyes again and warned in a trembling voice: "Listen here, Lan Mu, we live in a society governed by the rule of law. If you lay a hand on me, I'll call the police. Even if you're Lan Mu, you have to follow the law."
He slowly moved his feet, distancing himself from Lan Mu, then stood straight and opened his eyes.
"Scram!"
