As the confrontation settled, the soft forest light continued to filter through the leaves in shifting patches of gold. Mo Xingxue and Su Wanyan remained close to each other.
Beside Mo Xingxue, Gu Chengze's hands were clenched so tightly they trembled with barely contained fury. He ground his teeth hard enough that the tension was obvious even to the viewers. The soft rustle of leaves overhead did nothing to soften the sharp edge in the air.
[Wow, look at this BIATCH....]
[Fr fr the audacity??]
[He was the one making some shit behind the scenes, yet he has the nerve to get angry?]
[Who does he think he is? A male lead in a Mary Sue novel??]
[He do be reading/watching many shit like that....]
[How'd you know?]
[I was the fly in his room.]
[Damn, his face is thicker than my wallet!]
[Heh. His face may be thick, but I'm thicker.]
[I... I don't think that's how comparison works, twin....]
[Let my upstairs cook.]
