Staring at Song Yang, Xia Xingcheng said firmly, "Song Yang, this is the last warning. Don't sling mud at me. I'm not a mistress. I dare you to say it again." Her bloodshot eyes sent chills up Song Yang's back. Heart pounding, he forced himself to look at Xia Xingcheng, as he couldn't take back what he said. "I'll say it again. You are a mistress.