Forced into a corner, Pei Shaodong gritted his teeth and knocked his forehead against the ground.
"Thunk, thunk, thunk..."
The sound of his forehead hitting the ground was light, but in the quiet room, it was clear as day. As he knocked, Pei Shaodong said, "Yu Qin... no, Miss Lan, I'm sorry, I'm just a good-for-nothing. Please be the bigger person and don't stoop to my level. Scum like me isn't even worth a pile of ****."
After ten kowtows, Pei Shaodong's forehead was swollen, and he weakly looked at Chen Nan: "Young Master Chen, I've finished kowtowing, about my hand..."
Chen Nan ignored him and turned to Lan Yuqin, saying, "What do you think?"
Lan Yuqin finally softened, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, it's all in the past, and I'm too lazy to argue. Tell this scum to get lost quickly; he makes me sick to my stomach."
Chen Nan glanced at Pei Shaodong: "Extend your hand."
