Chapter 37 Zhen Lian's Thoughts
Liang Hui's vision was engulfed in scarlet, his eardrums throbbing, and in his daze, he thought he saw a white ape with fierce eyes coldly staring at him from the chair.
The moment their eyes met, it was as if a red-hot iron rod had burst a taut balloon, and Liang Hui's head thundered with a loud explosion. He grunted, feeling his back and arms uncontrollably swelling.
Liang Hui's face, arms, and thighs started to sprout pale blue scales, and his well-tailored Western suit soon burst at the seams. Under the candlelight, the shadow on the floor stretched out exceedingly tall...
It was some time before Liang Hui came to his senses.
He lay in bed with a warm towel on his forehead. Surprisingly, the woman sitting beside the bed taking care of him was none other than Zhen Lian.
Liang Hui sat up, peeled off the damp towel half-stuck to his head, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is His Majesty?"
"Mr. Cha has already left. He said you've already gotten what you deserve."