章節 582: 167: Slapping the face, myriad elegance!_1

Mu Qingli just stood there, looking down at Xiao Ai with an intimidating presence that radiated from her.

This kind of deterrent was impossible to imitate or replicate.

Xiao Ai knelt on the ground, her face twisted in pain, filled with deep frustration.

How could she have lost to Mu Qingli?

It should have been Mu Qingli kneeling on the ground.

How could this have happened?

Mu Qingli's red lips parted slightly, her clear and distinct face almost expressionless, "Miss Xiao, my time is limited, shouldn't you be honoring our wager now?"

She did not gloat over her victory against Xiao Ai; from beginning to end, she maintained an indifferent demeanor, but within that indifference emanated an unstoppable momentum.

Domineering, yet naturally so.

Wen Lan gazed at Mu Qingli, her eyes filled with admiring awe. Although Mu Qingli was quite overbearing now, she somehow didn't come off as annoying. Instead, she exuded a cool charm.

She was different from Bai Huashang.