Meng Zixuan was standing very close to Yu Jingrong, from someone else's perspective, they seemed about to kiss.
Facing Zixuan's breath, Yu Jingrong felt extreme disgust and pushed Meng Zixuan away spontaneously and violently!
Meng Zixuan stumbled back a few steps before steadying himself, looking somewhat embarrassing. Out of humiliation, he angrily grabbed Yu Jingrong's arm with considerable force.
Yu Jingrong noticed her grimacing arm due to the painful grip, and frowned involuntarily. "Meng Zixuan, what are you doing?"
"Yu Jingrong, you had tricked us and got away with our seed material, and then sent us a batch of counterfeit ones. What do you expect me to do in return?" Meng Zixuan's voice was chilling cold.
"That fake batch is not set up by me, it originally belongs to your Meng family," Yu Jingrong struggled hard to free her arm but failed to do so.
