Compensate!
"Since you know you're in the wrong, then you know what to do, right?" Ling Chuxi asked coldly.
Fan xingran's heart sank. It looked like Ling Chuxi had not vented enough of her anger and was still not willing to let him off easily. Forget it, I'll do it myself. It's better than others doing it.
"I know, I know. I was blind, I didn't know what was good for me, I ..." Fan xingran scolded as he slapped himself hard. With the crisp slapping sounds, his already pig-like face swelled even more.
At this time, fan xingran was full of regret. Wouldn't it have been fine if he had just left obediently? why did he have to say that? what was the use of saying such harsh words? could he have gained any weight? Not to mention, he was now swollen all over, and his face was also swollen like a pig's head, plumper than ten pounds of meat.