Liang Zhiqiong, who originally planned to leave after dealing with the situation, could no longer suppress her rage upon hearing that slow and steady "I refuse."
She turned around, and her fierce and irritable gaze swept over to Mo Shangjun.
Upon seeing her, Liang Zhiqiong was momentarily stunned.
Mo Shangjun stood in the sunlight, a breeze passing by, gently fluttering the hair under her cap. The shadows cast by the cap concealed her brows and eyes, the corners of her eyes and brows slightly upturned, her expression indifferent and casual, her demeanor cool and detached. There was no sign of hostility, annoyance, resistance - only a calm composure.
It felt as though she didn't take her seriously at all.
Realizing this, the anger in Liang Zhiqiong's chest flared even more intensely.
Her fist clenched suddenly, her hand's veins protruding visibly.
"Liang Zhiqiong!"
A stern shout stifled Liang Zhiqiong's violent intentions in their cradle.
