Lu Yinfeng clenched the glass in her hands so hard that her entire body trembled uncontrollably from the effort.
Mo Qianyan kept fanning the flames, jeering and mocking her relentlessly.
I'm so annoyed! So annoyed!
Lu Yinfeng was on the verge of collapse. She glared at Mo Qianyan with hate surging forth instantaneously.
"Shut up!" Accompanied by a shrill scream, Lu Yinfeng hurled the glass in her hand violently at Mo Qianyan across from her.
The heavy glass hit Mo Qianyan squarely on the forehead, and soon, a warm stream began flowing down from there.
Mo Qianyan calmly pressed a tissue from the table to the wound on his forehead, coldly staring at Lu Yinfeng.
"Lu Yinfeng, I've looked into it, we are distant enough—beyond three generations—so it's possible for us to be together," he said.