Lu Jingchen changed his expression with the speed of a Beijing Opera face-change, now looking completely like a sycophantic lackey.
Li Manman walked over to Lu Jingchen with her arms crossed, tapping her polished fingernails lightly on her fair arm. After pondering, she slowly opened her mouth: "How about you slap yourself a few times, if my anger subsides, I'll forgive you."
Lu Jingchen's eyes were filled with suppressed anger, but he didn't dare to refuse because Li Shitian was not someone he could afford to offend.
Lu Jingchen raised his arm and slapped himself in the face, accompanied by a feeling of shame. After slapping more than ten times, Li Manman finally called a stop.
The onlookers around laughed and cheered, some even whistling.
Lu Jingchen left in humiliation with his group, and once inside the car, his vicious eyes were filled with malicious light, a grudge he would surely avenge one day.
