C924 He Slapped His Face Again.

Anrui was not afraid of anything. He wasn't afraid of fighting with other children, and he wasn't even afraid of being called to the office by the teacher.

The moment Anrui said that, the hand holding the spoon slightly trembled. His usual prideful and disdainful face was dyed red.

Mu Shuishan held her head with one hand as she stared blankly at Anrui's mesmerizing face