The flippant words made the veins on Mo Chuxi's forehead bulge instantly!
He showed no mercy as he raised his fist again, but this time he punched Xiao Yiran in the face.
With a "bang," Xiao Yiran immediately tasted blood in his mouth.
"Mo Chuxi, you bastard!"
"That's right, I'm your uncle, and if you don't want to be beaten to a pulp, don't test my patience!"
"..."
Xiao Yiran stared dumbfounded at the cold-eyed man.
"Mo Chuxi, if you dare touch me again, I'll..."
"Bang!"
"..."
Before Xiao Yiran could finish, Mo Chuxi threw another punch to his stomach.
"Xiao Yiran, do you think there's anything Mo Chuxi is afraid to do?"
"..."
Xiao Yiran was left speechless.
Mo Chuxi grabbed his collar even tighter, pressed him against the wall, his eyes sinister.
"Speak!"
His patience had run out.
"What did you say to Mu Shaoqian when you met him!"
"Hmph!"
Xiao Yiran sneered dismissively.
