"Nan, stop hitting me, I give up."
"I'll call my girlfriend over right now to help cool your anger..."
Liang Wenlong, although very reluctant, had no courage to persist anymore under Zhao Tienan's powerful pressure.
In his eyes, girlfriends can be replaced, there's no need to make things difficult for himself over a woman.
Besides, Liang Wenlong himself wasn't exactly a spirited young man with backbone, at best he was a weakling who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
To avoid further suffering, he could resort to all sorts of disgraceful acts.
"Very good, at least you're sensible."
"As long as you quell my anger, you'll have the chance to leave intact today; otherwise, I will cripple you!"
Zhao Tienan laughed dismissively, then leaned back on the sofa, leisurely waiting.
He was definitely someone who understood things clearly.
Beating someone up hardly solves any problem substantively; the most important thing is psychological warfare.
