Jun Mochan clenched his fist, feeling an urge to smash the man's face.
Yet Song Ze kept provoking him, "That skin looks quite smooth, I wonder how it feels to touch..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a cup was thrown at him, hitting Song Ze right in the face.
A corner of his mouth even started to bleed.
Swiping at it, he still sported a faint red mark, which made him look exceptionally devilish.
"You lose your temper so quickly, Young Master Jun?" Compared to Jun Mochan's rage, Song Ze appeared extremely composed.
The look on Jun Mochan's face darkened, "If you continue to speak out of turn, things won't end so simply."
Song Ze smiled nonchalantly, "I was just stating the truth. If Young Master Jun can't handle it, then I'll stop."
"Song Ze, don't say I didn't warn you, you'd better stay away from her." This was one of Jun Mochan's more conscientious warnings.
At least he had warned him, of course, for Ye Ranran's sake.