The smile on Cheng Xiaolin's face vanished, replaced by a dark, brooding expression.
His tone was detached, carrying the immense aura of a superior. "Young man, I was hoping we could take a step back and resolve this quietly. You shouldn't push your luck."
"I have no desire to complicate matters, but that doesn't mean I have no temper."
Shen Fanyun laughed. "Not only do you refuse to admit your wrongdoing, but you're also spouting nonsense about righteousness and magnanimity."
"And now you're putting on an act, pretending you're the one being unfairly harassed? What, when that hand of yours was getting frisky, did you ever stop to think that you were the one who started this with your disgusting behavior? Now you're playing the victim? What right do you have to feel aggrieved?"
Shen Fanyun was a full head taller than Cheng Xiaolin, and as he looked down, his gaze was inexplicably terrifying.
