Hearing Su Muqing's words, Wang Bo felt even more displeased and arrogantly said, "Ms. Su, please don't doubt my judgment, he's nothing but trash. This is the first time in my life I've seen someone so lacking in quality."
He denigrated Xiao Han to an extreme, with an arrogant look on his face, as if he were somehow noble.
"Smack."
The sound of a slap echoed, and Wang Bo was stunned because the person who hit him wasn't Xiao Han, but the always gentle and humble Su Muqing.
At that moment, her face full of coldness, she coldly said, "I admire your painting skills, but please don't insult my fiancé. He's the finest man in the world, ten of you wouldn't amount to one of him."
Su Muqing's expression was icy, her defense was so fierce that even Xiao Han was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Su Muqing to value him so greatly.
"You dare hit me?" At this, Wang Bo couldn't keep his composure. Pointing at Su Muqing, his eyes were filled with rage.
