"I won't let you insult Chen Feng like this!"
Lin Mengyao glared at Zhong Siquan, then a mocking smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "And why do you think you can compare yourself to Chen Feng? You are nowhere near him. In my eyes, he's what I call a real man, and you... you're just a scoundrel!"
"A scoundrel? Fine, Lin Mengyao, those are your words, right? You call me a scoundrel? Then today I'll show you just how scoundrel I can be!"
Zhong Siquan was momentarily enraged, and he pulled out a pink photo frame from his pocket. Looking at Lin Mengyao, he said coldly, "Lin Mengyao, want your photo back? Sure, just kneel down now and beg me—beg me to be your boyfriend—or else I'll toss it off this cliff, and you'll lose it forever!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
Lin Mengyao's face turned pale, and she glared fiercely at Zhong Siquan, gritting her teeth, she said coldly, "Zhong Siquan, if you dare throw my photo down, I'll make you pay for it!"
