Tian Miaomiao, So Manly

Mo Nanfeng's body went cold from Ji Weixi's slap, and he looked up at her in disbelief.

The woman had no mercy in her eyes and exuded a snowy aura. She looked at him detachedly, just like a lofty empress.

She said she only hit sub-humans. Was that an indirect jibe?

No matter how far he had fallen, Mo Nanfeng was still the young master of the Mo family. Having been respected since a child and thereby developing an arrogant nature, he simply could not endure the humiliation.

"Ji Weixi, really?" There was repressed anger on his face. He almost blew his own cover.

Ji Weixi herself was not surprise by how quickly he changed his attitude.

After all, was he not the same four years ago?

Heat of the moment? Excuses.

"That's only repayment, Mo Nanfeng." Ji Weixi said coldly. "Get out of my sight before I get any angrier."

She would simply pretend she had not seen him today, and they should stay away from each other.