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.",Bo Yan cleared his emotions, reaching out to smooth his sleeves and calming down. He refocused his gaze on Shen Ning Ran, "You're very intelligent, but your intelligence is misplaced. If you want to continue using your face to replace my identity, save yourself the effort. I will never allow it."。