"If Miss Song invited me out just to talk about these things, then I think we have nothing to discuss," Jun Mochan stood up.
"Hey, wait," Song Yue stopped in front of Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan turned and walked to the side.
Song Yue, undeterred, blocked Jun Mochan's path again.
The last bit of warmth on Jun Mochan's face disappeared completely, his eyes were cold and sharp, and there was an air of arrogance between his eyebrows that was very oppressive.
"Miss Song, I haven't settled the previous account with you yet. Are you insisting that I stay to settle old scores with you?" Jun Mochan raised his cold eyebrows, which seemed frosted over, chilling to the bone.
Such a powerful presence was rarely directly confronted, and even Song Yue slightly shifted to avoid his sharp edge.