Liang Qiu chuckled smugly, "Qi Zihua, you're not leaving today without showing some sincerity. Will you do it yourself, or should I?"
With a pale face and trembling voice, Qi Zihua murmured, "I'll do it myself…"
"Good, then hurry up, young master is busy with other matters!"
Qi Zihua picked up a fruit knife from the table and aimed it at his thigh.
"Stop, there's an artery in the thigh. If you cut that, you're a goner." Liang Qiu pointed at his own face, "We, Bai Xiao, got it on the face, so you cut your face."
"..."
Qi Zihua was speechless. He might not be obsessed with his appearance, but he didn't want to ruin his looks either! Besides, he was about to get married!
"Bai Xiao needed five stitches, so you should need at least ten, right?"
Ten stitches, that's a long cut!
"Forget it, seeing how cowardly you are, let's give you a twenty percent discount, eight stitches then!" Liang Qiu smiled kindly, what a reasonable person he was!
