Meng Yanzhi's eyes blazed intensely as he stared at her, his eyes seeming to contain raging fires, ready to reduce her to ashes at his command.
Tang Yue remained extremely calm, and she said, "Meng Yanzhi, you should feel lucky to have the Meng surname."
Meng Yanzhi gripped her hand, suddenly increasing his force as he leaned forward, closing the distance between them to just a fist's width.
Tang Yue took a slight step back, her eyes darting around quickly as she said, "If you lay a hand on me, what do you think will happen when your father finds out?"
"He's already disappointed in me, one more thing won't make a difference," Meng Yanzhi said with a light laugh, observing the fear she was desperately trying to hide, it was like he had discovered a new continent, "Tang Yue, so you get scared too."
"There are many beautiful women, I don't believe you haven't seen prettier ones, so why must it be me?" Tang Yue felt utterly baffled, why was Meng Yanzhi so fixated on her?
