Chapter 139 You Really Shouldn't Curse Me

"Heh, you little shit, you've got some nerve. Do you even know who I, Wu Meilai, am!"

"Don't you know who the hell I am in Qingyang City that few dare to mess with!"

"Also, that damn nephew, I'm giving you three seconds to crawl over here and lick my shoe tips, or you'll regret it!"

The extravagant woman was thoroughly enraged, her heavily made-up face twisted with malice.

Her increasingly reckless words carried a provoking tone, and Chu Mo was pissed, extremely pissed.

"Finished talking?" Chu Mo's mouth curved into a faint smirk as he seriously asked.

"Little bastard, you can't afford my feet, hurry up and let that stinky nephew come over and lick my shoes…"

Wu Meilai scoffed disdainfully, growing more arrogant and pleased with herself as she spoke.

But no one noticed the increasingly dangerous look in Chu Mo's eyes.

Suddenly, the wind changed.

At the same moment, Chu Mo lifted his foot.