Jin Qingyan rolled his eyes at him and chided, "You're becoming more brazen with your words."
"Hehe, it's because I know you won't punish me, Young Sir."
"Who said so?" Jin Qingyan purposely put on an austere expression on his face and continued, "Shixin, how does twenty more rounds around the estate sound?"
"Young Sir, please don't make me do that. I've already run a lot. I'm exhausted," Fan Shixin pleaded with a look of moroseness.
"I'll spare you if you can come up with a feasible solution for me."
"What is it?"
"Ahem… well…" Jin Qingyan felt a little embarrassed but continued to tell him the problem, nonetheless.
Fan Shixin thought that it would be a major problem, but it turned out…
He had no choice but to contain his amusement and refrain from laughing, fearing that Jin Qingyan would be peeved and punish him.
