Mu Chenyan stared at Xia Zhao, wide-eyed. Then she grew furious, "You better let go."
Xia Zhao sighed mentally and said patiently, "Violence is not the answer."
"What do you mean? Violence is my answer!" retorted Mu Chenyan angrily.
"Uncle told you to not raise your hand at anyone without a reason," reminded Xia Zhao.
"There is a big reason to raise my hand right now," said Mu Chenyan righteously. "I need to knock some sense into this brainless little delusional!"
An Ran purposely hid behind Xia Zhao and looked aggrieved as she said, "Brother Zhao, your friend hasn't learned any manners in all these years."
Mu Chenyan laughed at that, "I didn't learn manners and you didn't grow a brain in all these years!"
As An Ran was about to hold Xia Zhao's shirt from behind to show how scared she was of Mu Chenyan, the latter pulled Xia Zhao and pushed him behind her. She stared at An Ran with rage.
