Downstairs, Ji Yiyi was pitifully laughing awkwardly, like a little victim, carrying an old-fashioned bench from some corner.
Then, he voluntarily lay down on it.
Ji Hanyu flexed the switch in his hand, his manner commanding respect without anger.
Ji Yiyi, to prevent his butt from getting too "blossomed," decided to plead one more time, "Bro... dear bro... please control your strength a bit, with your skill, just using thirty percent would be enough, really, really, you've got to believe in your... self..."
The word "self" was drawn out particularly long by Ji Yiyi, because Ji Hanyu had already lashed down with the switch.
"Ah..."
"Ow..."
"Ow..."
After three consecutive strikes, Ji Yiyi clutched the big bench, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.
Bai Haoxue: "..."
Little Beiting: "..."
To avoid collateral damage, Little Beiting covered his bottom and ran far away.
His cute little bottom couldn't be allowed to suffer like Third Uncle's.
