Fu Chenlie looked at her, his originally expressionless face gradually grew colder, his eyes even more detached and chilling.
When he spoke, a cold sneer emerged between his breaths, "Your heart is icy towards me, so to whom do you secretly pledge your affection? Qin Zeyu, or your Brother Mo Bei?"
"I…"
She was about to answer when Fu Chenlie interrupted her dominantly, "I don't care who is in your heart, just clean them out."
Wen Ran glared at him, unable to resist retorting, "You're really something, as if feelings for someone can just be forgotten with a single sentence. Liking someone isn't an object that can be picked up or put down whenever you want."
His words instantly infuriated Fu Chenlie.
He suddenly grabbed her arm, and without realizing it, the grip of his palm tightened.
Wen Ran winced in pain.