Bai Chuan's understanding of Mo Shangjun came into play at this moment.
With almost a single glance, he saw through Mo Shangjun's mood, and with a light, cold smile, he said, "Even now, you're still worried about him?"
Mo Shangjun laughed coldly, "Coming back to repay this stab at the risk of your life, you're not bad yourself."
"You can touch me, but you can't touch her." Bai Chuan's voice suddenly turned heavy, as if it was a warning, but perhaps it was just a simple reminder.
Using her injured elbow to push him away, Mo Shangjun winced in pain but still wore a smile, "You should have said so earlier; next time I see her, I'll definitely take her life."
As her words fell, Mo Shangjun retracted the silk thread, pulled out her military knife with her right hand, and launched an attack directly at Bai Chuan. Her voice was as cold as ice, "As for you, I'm afraid you'll get my hands dirty."
