"Do you want me to come and see you in person?"
"HEH HEH."
"HAHA, Miss, are you really brave enough to have me come?"
Yan Xixi really didn't dare.
A very subtle emotion stirred within her—it was because she felt she'd become ugly. She hurried to the dressing table to inspect her reflection. Her bruised face was certainly not flattering; the corners of her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were still a little swollen.
"Miss, don't try to act tough. I know you're worried that you're too ugly and might scare me. How about this: I'll give you some time to heal. Once you're not so ugly, I'll grant you the chance to see me in person."
TSK TSK TSK, this guy, talking as if he were the Emperor.
"However, I can have someone send you a small gift to comfort you."
She cheered, "That's great? I'll get a little gift too?"
"Don't expect me to send you anything valuable."
"HAHA, I didn't expect you to send me luxury cars or yachts, or anything like that."
Then, the conversation ended.
