Chương 97: The Black-Bellied Mo Wen

"It hasn't hurt for a long time."

"You are Young Master Moh?" Just now, Mo Yongqiang had felt that something was amiss, so he followed her all the way here.

Seeing that Shen Chengjing and Lin Qinghui were chatting, he waited for the right time to approach. He had not expected that someone would really come looking for her. This person was not anyone else, but the man who had gone to the school that day.

Seeing Mo Yongqiang appear, Shen Chengjing's forehead was covered in black lines. She felt that he was haunting her.

As a man, how could he be so wrong and unreasonable? In addition to the previous incident, his image had long been lost, and now he was still following her?

Moh Yanchen's fingertips gently caressed the coffee cup, ignoring him. Instead, he gazed straight at Shen Chengjing. "This is not a place where anyone can casually fight."