Mo Lan was startled by his appearance, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Awake?" Qi Ruigang's voice was icy as he lifted his hand to pinch her chin, sneering, "Planning to provoke me again?
Mo Lan blinked. How did he know what she was thinking?
"Provoke you? It's your own narrow-mindedness, ruthlessness, and your unpredictability. Even if I don't provoke you, you'd still get mad out of nowhere."
So, in her eyes, he was narrow-minded, ruthless, and his mood shifts unpredictable.
"In your view, what kind of person am I?" he asked softly.
Mo Lan unabashedly replied, "Arrogant, paranoid, cold-blooded, murderous, lawless, heartless and cruel..."
With each description, Qi Ruigang's face grew uglier.
She went on and on, then Mo Lan paused briefly and continued, "Moreover, you're hypocritical, deceitful, sinister, and oppressive, bullying the weak with your power…"
"Enough!" Qi Ruigang suddenly stood up, his voice venomous, "Are you freaking majoring in languages?!"
