People like to show off because they have yet to meet someone who can play them for an absolute fool.
Clearly, Young Master Xi from Xiangjiang, who thought he could manipulate the entire Maoming Region, had overplayed his hand. He had tried to show off in front of the very Patriarch whom even the richest man in Xiangjiang had to greet with a deferential smile.
Not stopping Xi Fanhao's self-abuse, Ye Jizu looked down at the kneeling young master with playful amusement.
Qin Fan silently raised the corners of his mouth in a wicked smirk, swirling the red wine in his hand.
Lai Zhuge, however, sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Ten slaps.
Twenty slaps.
Thirty slaps.
After striking himself more than thirty times, Xi Fanhao couldn't take it anymore. He felt as though the searing pain was about to make his face explode.
Unable to continue, he lifted his terrified, trembling eyes to meet Ye Jizu's mocking, playful gaze, only to immediately look away.
