Chen Mo felt helpless and didn't even know what words to use to describe his feelings at that moment.
Chen Mo no longer paid attention to anything else, only aware that his current mood was very bad.
After the taxi driver had left, Chen Mo shook off Wan Meirou's hand and, frowning, said to her coldly, "Wan Meirou, what on earth are you trying to pull? Can't you let go of that slap I gave you back in school?"
"I'll tell you, that slap was deserved, if you hadn't bullied my sister first. I wouldn't have bothered with you at all. From now on, you go your separate way, and I'll go mine, we have nothing to do with each other."
"There's no connection between us anymore, and you better stop trying to mess with me because I am not someone with a good temper!"
Listening to Chen Mo's decisive words, a touch of grievance appeared on Wan Meirou's face.
Seeing Wan Meirou's expression, Chen Mo felt an anger that had nowhere to vent.
