The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, still as a dead pool.
Mo Su's red lips tightly pursed, the clouded face ruining her delicate makeup.
"Mo Chen, you've brought this upon yourself."
A bitterly cold aura spilled out uncontrollably, her sudden strike carried an aggressive and fierce punch wind.
Mo Chen's face tensed, neither dodging nor evading as he stared back at Mo Su with a defiant gaze.
Just as the harsh fist was mere centimeters from hitting his face, someone suddenly pulled him back from behind.
Mo Chen looked up to see the palm-print-marked side of the face that entered his view.
The solid punch didn't stop, landing heavily on the man's back.
Alei's eyebrows slightly furrowed, the veins on his temple bulged, enduring the solid punch with undeniable pain.
He turned around, his eyes and brows lowered, speaking with neither servility nor haughtiness, "Miss, please stop..."
Before he could finish, his neck was suddenly grasped.
