"Yes," Lu Fengxuan was infuriatingly smug.
"Playing this game, isn't it allowed to make things difficult for others? What now, was it you who suggested we play, and now are you, Jiang Che, planning to slap your own face?"
So what if she was intentionally making things difficult?
He was foolish enough to present his face for slapping; of course she seized the opportunity to give him a good beating, to vent her anger!
"You...!" Jiang Che was so choked up by her that he was at a loss for words, his lungs about to explode with frustration.
"Jiang Che, it seems like you can't take a joke." Fan Ju refilled his own glass, casting a sidelong glance at him, "If you can't handle the game, then just don't play. Give yourself three slaps in the face, and we'll let this slide. What do you think, sister-in-law?"
This last sentence, he was asking for Lu Fengxuan's opinion.
Lu Fengxuan nodded and said, "Sure."
