Yang Fan's powerful slap left Sun Yuxi completely dumbfounded.
Looking at Yang Fan with a wronged expression, Sun Yuxi suddenly burst into loud wails. "Why are you hitting me again?"
"You deny it, huh!" Yang Fan spoke earnestly.
"But, but you were the one who told me to deny it!" Sun Yuxi collapsed, shouting so hard his spit flew everywhere.
Yang Fan nodded, "Right, if you admit it, it wouldn't be right for me to hit you, but if you deny it, that's when I can really beat you to death."
Sun Yuxi was stupefied.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at Yang Fan, feeling as if he didn't know how to compose his facial features anymore.
Yang Fan continued on his own, "Actually, even if you admit it, I can still hit you, but then I might not take half your life. I'm not satisfied with that outcome, so you better not admit it."
