How Would You Like Me to Punish You?

Sheng Yize was fuming. "That's why you've been avoiding me these days, isn't it? You had a guilty conscience, didn't you?"

An Xiaxia buried her head in her chest and listened in silence.

Sob… why was she so unlucky? She was exposed, just like that?

"What do you have this for? You didn't print extra copies of this, did you?" Sheng Yize fought back his fury and asked.

An Xiaxia nodded honestly. Sheng Yize immediately gave her a stern look. "Burn them all!"

"Yes! Of course!" An Xiaxia took out her phone right away and called Su Xiaomo.

The call went through and Su Xiaomo's laugh came from the other end. "Xiaxia, did you get the package I sent you? We've sold over a thousand more copies apart from those we ordered in advance! Tsk, tsk. Sheng Yize and Rong Che indeed have a lot of fans…"

The grandpa phone had an extra loud speaker and Sheng Yize naturally heard those words. He could feel the blood vessels throbbing in his temples.