Huo Sicheng frowned, his eyes dark and his lips pursed.
"Say it," Gu Qingcheng said angrily. "Are you mute?"
Huo Sicheng remained silent.
Gu Qingcheng was very unhappy.
"Let go of me. I'll get the scissors."
"What are you doing with scissors?" Huo Sicheng asked.
"Cut off your tongue," Gu Qingcheng said fiercely. "That way, you won't have to talk for the rest of your life. You'll be a real mute."
Huo Sicheng looked helpless. "Why do you have to worry about these small problems?" he asked Gu Qingcheng. "If you saw it, then so be it. There was nothing special about it."