Liang Shaochen looked at her in disbelief, his mind echoing with her harsh words like a thunderclap.
The handsome face gradually turned pale.
His whole body stiffened there, like a puppet.
His pupils were bloodshot, staring at her fiercely, as if wanting to bore a hole through her face.
Xia Xiaonuan bit her lower lip, "Shaochen, I'm begging you..."
"Enough!" Liang Shaochen suddenly shouted, cutting her off.
Xia Xiaonuan's expression changed, she nervously took a step back.
Before she came here, she had thought for a long time.
She originally didn't want to say such hurtful words to Nan Mo, because she knew every word could be like a knife, cutting across his heart.
But she had to say it.
Today, Liang Shaochen could call her, ask her out.
Tomorrow, he might do it again.
If one day, he really provokes Nangong Yaoling...
She already carried enough on her shoulders, the last thing she wanted was for Nan Mo to get hurt.
