Then, unsurprisingly, he got punched twice.
One punch to the left eye, another to the right.
He turned into a panda-eyed man instantly.
Became a national treasure in three seconds—who else could do that?
"I just said one thing! Why hit so hard?" Lin Murong touched his eye socket and grimaced in pain.
"You were asking for it," Chi Yan glanced at him and said indifferently.
Lin Murong, if he wasn't hit for a day, would act too high and mighty.
He needed someone to keep him in check.
"Don't look at me with those eyes, do you want to hit me again? That's not okay, I'm telling you it's not. If you keep hitting me, I'll feel really upset," Lin Murong sensed trouble the moment Chi Yan's gaze grew stern and scampered off like a rabbit.
If he had run any slower, Chi Yan would have hung him up and beaten him.
Su Yinhe: "..."
"Do you think, Lin Murong is just itching for a beating?" Why else would he provoke like that?
