Qin Shen's brows were tightly furrowed, a sense of defeat emanating from him.
"Mù Qiānxún, I…"
"Enough." Mù Qiānxún coldly cut him off, "I'm not affected by your self-righteous guilt each time you pointed fingers and slandered me. Don't demonstrate that innocent look every time you've done something wrong, thinking a sincere apology is all it takes for forgiveness. I really think you're sick!"
With that, she attempted to leave once more.
Qin Shen tried to stop her.
He barely made a move before a sharp, icy gaze from Mù Qiānxún came sweeping over him.
"Have you had enough? Aren't you the dignified Young Master of Qin Family? Do you get a kick out of being verbally lashed by me every time you barge into me? If you have any masochistic tendencies, please seek help from a doctor. I am not a doctor, and I can't cure your stubborn illnesses!"
Mù Qiānxún didn't want to keep bantering with Qin Shen; she turned around and walked away directly.