Song Fan was disturbed by Song Kai's whining sounds the whole night. Luckily, the sofa in the suite's living room was large enough for Song Kai to find a place to settle.
After a night, Song Kai's swollen face became more apparent, and some bruises that weren't visible yesterday now showed clear marks.
As Song Kai, who had just woken up, went to the bathroom, he saw his face in the mirror and let out a howl, "Ah! My handsome face! God, the person in the mirror is not me! It's not me!"
"Say that again, and I'll make you look like this for the rest of your life!" Song Fan, with slightly messy hair, walked out of the bedroom, looking at him with anger.
Song Kai wisely stopped yelling, but the words from his mouth didn't cease, "Little sister, with your amazing skills, you can surely make me recover immediately, right? I don't want to go to school like this. If I go out looking like this, I'll be dead for sure!"
