Have a Taste of Fists

He countered Su Hao and watched with satisfaction as Chu Yihan's expression grew darker.

Su Yingxue wanted to give Chu Chengye two tight slaps. Who the hell had pleasant conversations with him?!

Not to mention that she had no interest in engaging with him now. Even in the past, when had they ever exchanged proper words?

Gifts... That was a result of her blindness!

Su Yingxue suddenly felt two sharp gazes directed at her. She sneakily glanced at Chu Yihan, whose eyes carried a bloodthirsty aura. Her innocent doe-like eyes blinked, and she shook her head, signaling, "Your Highness, I didn't! I didn't!"

"Please, believe me!"

However, Chu Yihan didn't believe her and shot her a cold look.

Su Yingxue looked up at the sky, exasperated. Her feet ached.

Why had she moved such heavy stones to hurt herself in her past life?

Forgot it!