After hearing Mo Chuxi's deeply meaningful words, the girl felt a chill run down her spine.
Especially Mo Chuxi's slender, enchanting eyes, which seemed to harbor something terrifying, ready to consume.
"Chuxi."
Seeing the girl almost brought to tears by Mo Chuxi's intimidation, Yan Xinxin softly called out.
Mo Chuxi had just raised his hand slightly, but then he unobtrusively retracted it.
"Chuxi, let it go."
She smiled and advised.
Mo Chuxi coldly glared at the girl.
"I just want her to know that if an apology was enough, then why would we need the police? If a mistake only requires an apology to be forgiven, can I punch her first and then say 'sorry' to make everything okay, hmm?"
"…"
"Forgiveness depends on the severity of the situation. Speaking out your smart opinions without understanding the facts—I consider people who do that as societal trash."
Mo Chuxi's cold words made the girl increasingly embarrassed and blushed, even feeling frightened.
