Song Qingmo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Wasn't it you I hit just now? Otherwise, why are you still asking this? I might as well punch you again so that you can recall it carefully and think about it. How can you have the nerve to question me like this?" Song Qingmo pretended to attack again.

I used to have a childhood sweetheart relationship with him, always putting up with him and accommodating him. Now that we've broken up, I didn't expect him to stop insulting me and using the cold shoulder, and instead resort to physical attacks, naturally there were some mental ones as well. Did he really think Song Qingmo was easy to bully? He wasn't really his bootlicker, so what kind of person was he, to actually dare to do this to me?

Song Qingmo quickly approached, his left hand thrust back with all the force, aiming for a punch to Mu Hengshi's stomach. Mu Hengshi caught Song Qingmo's wrist in time, then leaned back and to the side. Using the cushion, Song Qingmo was about to crash into Mu Hengshi's arms, but Mu Hengshi didn't dodge and let Song Qingmo crash into him. Song Qingmo wouldn't let him restrain him, forcing himself to fall to the side with his feet. Seeing that Song Qingmo would definitely be injured from this fall, Mu Hengshi's pupils shrank, and he quickly pulled the hand holding Song Qingmo towards him.

Song Qingmo struggled a few times in vain, letting Mu Hengshi hold him, and was about to fall into Mu Hengshi's arms. Song Qingmo directly hit Mu Hengshi's chest with his head, and Mu Hengshi took several steps back. Song Qingmo's head also hurt, but he ignored it to maintain his domineering appearance, but he was complaining in his heart.

The two sides immediately reached a stalemate. Mu Hengshi saw that Song Qingmo's hands were gathering strength again. He covered his chest, not knowing whether it was from Song Qingmo's collision or the original pain in his heart, but he felt a dull pain. "Don't mess around for now. This kind of fighting will hurt you eight hundred while hurting the enemy a thousand times. You'd better not do it. If you hit me again after listening to my explanation, I won't fight back."

"I'm messing around, but who is messing around? Mu Heng, you and I have known each other for several years, so we can be considered acquaintances. I dare not try to have much affection for you, but you actually used such a despicable means to deal with me. We don't usually get along, but you can't do this. You like someone like Wen Zhiling so much, so why don't you give him your place, but you have to fall in love with me? You like Wen Zhiling, but can you not let others become stepping stones for your love? I have been tolerant of you. Now the Mu family and the Song family are both well-known wealthy families in Beijing and they compete with each other. The little fights between us can be resolved privately, but if you do this again, I don't mind the Song family and the Mu family being enemies. Anyway, I have the capital, and I am not afraid of you. If you still can't figure it out, don't blame me for being rude! Anyway, I will be the one who is right at that time."

Song Qingmo blurted out everything he wanted to say, straightened his messy clothes and hairstyle, turned around and left without any reluctance. Mu Hengshi listened to him quietly. He knew that what Song Qingmo said made sense, but it was obviously he who was sorry for Xiaoling. But now his goal was achieved, the quota was given to Wen Zhiling, but he couldn't be happy. He saw Song Qingmo's back as he walked away, and couldn't help but run over, wanting to reach out and grab the corner of Song Qingmo's clothes to explain to him the whole story.

Song Qingmo was halfway there when he heard footsteps and noticed Mu Hengshi approaching him, trying to pull his hand. He quickly dodged in disgust. Mu Hengshi's disgusted expression made him feel a mixture of emotions and discomfort. Mu Hengshi looked at his empty hand and uttered, "I..." with his lips tightly closed.

His head started to hurt again, and images of himself hating Song Qingmo flashed through his mind. Finally, his mind froze on Wen Zhiling's lonely and thin back in the ward.

He rushed towards Song Qingmo uncontrollably, his face grim. He held Song Qingmo's shoulders with his hands and unconsciously uttered slanderous words about Song Qingmo, "Song Qingmo, you know there's no love between us, and I even hate you. You're quite self-aware. I like Xiaoling, but his hand was broken because of you. You're so vicious that you won't even apologize. If I don't use such means, then Xiaoling will ruin his bright future for someone as immoral as you."

When Song Qingmo saw Mu Heng's crazy look, he thought of the scene in the hospital. He wanted to use his mobile phone to call Mu's family to pick him up to the hospital, but when he heard such ugly words coming out of his mouth, his heart somehow became uncomfortable. Song Qingmo was emotional, his nose was sore, and tears suddenly flowed silently. He felt sad for himself. Thinking of their ten years of friendship, he really treated it as a waste. Even dogs valued feelings more than him.

"Haha...what did I say? I'm vicious, what gives you the right to say that! I've never suffered any injustice in my life. Are you my father or my mother? You speak to me like that, what gives you the right to tell me what to do?" Song Qingmo couldn't hold it in any longer, tears falling to the ground. He slapped himself hard with his hand, regretting why he had thought Mu Hengshi was a good guy before. The filter of the elegant little prince playing the piano that he had seen him for the first time was now completely shattered in Song Qingmo's heart.

Then he slapped Mu Hengshi again. With two crisp "slap" sounds, Mu Hengshi's face was hit to the side again by Song Qingmo. This time he did not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Song Qingmo's tears and swollen face. He wanted to wipe away the tears gently with his hands and caress it, but stopped in mid-air. The familiar feeling in his heart came again. He didn't understand why he felt sorry for Song Qingmo when he obviously liked Wen Zhiling?

Mu Hengshi felt annoyed in his heart. He didn't want to hear Song Qingmo crying here anymore. "You, I... stop crying. You're just like girls, crying at every turn. You were so tough just now." Mu Hengshi got flustered when he heard Song Qingmo crying and started to talk without thinking. Mu Hengshi realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately stopped talking. He originally wanted to persuade Song Qingmo to stop crying, and if he was still angry, he could hit him. But he obviously messed up. Although those words just now were what he wanted to say all along, he didn't expect Song to react so strongly. Isn't it normal?

When Song Qingmo heard Mu Hengshi say this, he wiped his tears and his eyes turned cold. He pinched the tender flesh on his palm, using the pain to suppress the bitterness in his heart. This trick worked very well. Feeling the pain, Song Qingmo felt that his heart was no longer so uncomfortable. He slowly calmed down, his voice cold, "Mu Hengshi, don't let me see you in the future. We are completely strangers. When you see me in the future, please stay away from me, and I will stay away from you. We owe each other nothing."

Mu Hengshi's grip on Song Qingmo's shoulder suddenly tightened, and he angrily questioned Song Qingmo, "What did you say? You said you wanted me to stay away from you. What right did you have to make such a decision on your own? You said we owe each other nothing, so what?"