Mu Lan was startled, obviously not expecting Huo Tingxiao to suddenly do that.
Looking into his dark eyes that held a sharp glint, Mu Lan showed no signs of fear and faced him directly.
Their eyes met, staring at each other as though the first to look away would lose.
Seeing Mu Lan's stubborn expression, Huo Tingxiao softened his tone.
"Pei Zhao is not a good person, don't get close to him."
Mu Lan snorted coldly, completely unappreciative.
"Whether he is a good person or not is not for you to tell me, at least he has never done anything to hurt me."
Huo Tingxiao felt heartbroken, as if Mu Lan had stabbed him twice.
"Do you have to be so confrontational with me?"
Mu Lan looked at him steadily.
"With the way you are now, you still expect me to be nice to you? Huo Tingxiao, what right do you have to criticize me?"
Huo Tingxiao was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but he knew he couldn't vent his anger on Mu Lan, or else it would play into Pei Zhao's scheme.