"You!"
Mu Qianshui, enraged, raised her hand to strike back but found her hand firmly grabbed by the prepared Yan Zhirou.
"Haha! Indeed! Those two characters really suit you perfectly! Let me guess who wrote them on your face?"
"I think, well, it has to be Mo Shao, right?"
Yan Zhirou wasn't foolish; her guess hit the mark instantly.
"Tsk tsk! Vicious woman! Truly a vicious woman!"
"Yan Zhirou, spare me the pretending and quit acting like a pure white lotus!"
Mu Qianshui, seething with fury, glared at her angrily.
"Do you think you're so perfect? Back then, weren't you the one crawling on the ground in terror after being scared by Mo Chuxi? If someone hadn't pleaded for you, you'd have spent your life eating prison food and living a fate worse than death!"
"You!"
Mu Qianshui's scathing remarks wiped the smug look off Yan Zhirou's face.
"Hmph!"
Seeing her reaction, Mu Qianshui sneered.
