"You black mountain demon, shut up!"
Yan Chenxi glared fiercely with his sharp little eyes, livid, and snapped at Xue Mengshi.
Xue Mengshi's face immediately darkened.
"You brat! How dare you call me a black mountain demon!"
Yan Chenxi fearlessly raised his charming little face.
"Why wouldn't I dare? Whoever bullies Xinxin, I'll curse them! If I can't beat you to death, I'll curse you to death!"
"...Shit!"
"Where did this little bastard come from? How dare he insult us!"
Xue Mengshi, enraged and humiliated, raised her hand, ready to slap Yan Chenxi's delicate face.
With a sharp "smack," Yan Xinxin reached out and grabbed Xue Mengshi's wrist.
"What do you think you're doing!"
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brow, her gaze sharper than ever as she stared directly at the vicious woman before her.
"Chenxi insulted you, but let's be clear—it was you who started the provocation!"
Yan Xinxin angrily flung Xue Mengshi's hand away.
