Upon hearing Ning Xuan's words, Mo Yu's expression slowly soured. In all his life, he had never met someone who disrespected him so openly.
Mo Yu lowered his head, staring at his pale knuckles as his Adam's apple bobbed. When he looked up again, a vein was throbbing on his forehead. "Miss Ning, we clearly could have been friends. Must you make an enemy of me?" His voice rose sharply at the end, drawing many eyes.
"Oh? So you're done with the act?" Ning Xuan said mockingly.
"If we're talking about making enemies, weren't you the one who started it? On the New Star Body, I could have easily killed you, but I spared your life. All I did was take a few trophies. What, are you that much of a sore loser?" Ning Xuan asked with a sneer.
"Come on, let's go. There are too many people here. Why are you making a scene?" someone said, rushing over to pull Mo Yu away.
