Chu Xuan spread his hands, "It's very simple. I can give you a chance to reflect on and make up for your mistakes."
Yin He sneered, "If I were an ugly, fat old woman, would you still give me this chance?"
"I would, but I wouldn't be so polite. At least I'd slap you twice more and stab you twenty-one times before we talk about cooperation."
"But I only stabbed you eighteen times!" Yin He protested.
"Oh, you remember so clearly," Chu Xuan casually grabbed the bloodstained scissors, "It seems that without giving you eighteen stabs, you don't understand the attitude a prisoner should have."
Lady Yin He gritted her teeth, "And you, is this your attitude for cooperation?"
"Let me go first, let's sit down and talk properly. Given my previous errors, I'm willing to make some concessions to you, uh~!"
Yin He's face twisted because Chu Xuan stabbed her shoulder expressionlessly with the scissors; the wound was deep enough to reach the bone, and blood gushed out.
