Shen Ning, Ran, Bo J

Bo Jin raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at",Bó Yān Qīng had been angered by Shěn Níng Rǎn's words. The hands hanging at his sides clenched tightly, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.,"You're quite sharp-tongued. I wonder how many slaps it would take for your tongue to lose its agility."。