Chu Mochen is slapped heavily by Song Yunxuan in the face.

Song Yunxuan's eyebrows are still as immature and tender as that of young girl's, but the mercilessness in the black pupil of her eyes is extremely scary.

"You are not qualified to say that, Chu Mochen."

Song Yunxuan pushes him aside, finding his fingers touching the half of his face that he had just been beaten. Her eyes were cold, saying, "Since you have not gotten her, it means that you do ...