"You, you, you, what do you want to do?"
Tensely staring at Mo Shangjun, Shen Qing unconsciously swallowed, her heart racing beyond her control.
"Just want to have a little chat with you about slandering."
Mo Shangjun clapped her hands and approached her leisurely.
At the sound, Shen Qing blinked in surprise, and watched as Mo Shangjun slowly drew nearer, her back pressed tight against the wall, "What slander? Is what I said not the truth?"
Raising her hand, her palm rested against the wall right beside Shen Qing's left ear, Mo Shangjun slightly leaning in, her face now close to Shen Qing's.
Shen Qing turned pale with fright, her gaze frozen on Mo Shangjun's exquisitely flawless face. At that moment, it wasn't envy or jealousy that filled her, but panic and fear. She felt her scalp explode, a sensation that Mo Shangjun would seize her throat at any second.