One hour later, Yuan Fei was brought in.
His face was bruised and swollen, looking like a pig's head. As soon as he appeared, the room fell silent.
Everyone stared at him in surprise, and after three seconds, erupted in laughter: "Hahahaha…"
Yuan Fei's face turned red with embarrassment.
Someone like him, who values appearance so much, simply couldn't accept being beaten into a pig's head!
But what could he do about it?
Compared to a face that looks like a pig's head, he'd rather keep his life!
He didn't know if it was because of his external injuries, but recently, he was itching more and more. He scratched until the scabs fell off and the skin broke.
He had also been to the hospital, but other than being sedated and forcibly put to sleep, the doctors were helpless.
"How did you end up like this?" Rui Kun pointed at Yuan Fei, laughing until tears came out, "You're really hard on yourself! Scratching like this!"
