It's just that simple!
This sentence came out of Fang Yi's mouth, casually.
Gui Ziyue had nothing to say.
At this moment, Fang Yi tapped the table, looking at Di Xiaotong whose face was still pressed against the tabletop, and chuckled, "If you don't lift your head up, I can't guarantee what I'll do next."
The room was filled with dead silence.
After about a few seconds, Di Xiaotong raised his head.
His fair, handsome face was usually quite popular with women, but right now it was marked by two streams of nosebleed, along with a big bruise on the forehead, making his handsome face look a bit comical.
But Fang Yi laughed and complimented him, "Not bad, a face that originally got fifty marks and failed now has sixty. Though it's far from my level of handsomeness, you've made some progress. You should thank me!"
Di Xiaotong glared at Fang Yi, gritting his teeth, wanting to jump up and fight him immediately.
Fang Yi raised an eyebrow, "What are you looking at?"
