"Two years no see, you've become even more adorable." Song Xiuliang's smile deepened, speaking with quite some pleasure, "Is this what normal people say upon meeting someone?"
"Scram."
Mo Shangjun cast a cold glance over, brimming with killing intent.
"See, I haven't even told you the reason for my visit." Song Xiuliang said good-naturedly, "Maybe I'm just here in the capacity of an old friend to say hello to you."
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mo Shangjun sneered, "Or else, in what capacity do you intend to greet me?"
"It could also be..."
Song Xiuliang spoke very slowly.
So much so that, Mo Shangjun had ample time to threaten him.
Her expression was icy and sinister, with unfathomable danger in her dark eyes. The killing intent hit Song Xiuliang like a torrential flood, an intangible aura enveloping him within it.
Even though she had no lethal weapons in her hands, Song Xiuliang fully believed she had multiple ways to take his life in a short amount of time.
