"No, it's very interesting." Ling Kong turned his head, smiled, and bent down to look at the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, his eyes flashing, "You've gone to such great lengths to make up your story, even sweating as you speak; if I don't play along, wouldn't I be ungentlemanly?"
Yiyi's face changed dramatically, her eyes flaring with anger, glaring at him with a body faintly trembling from rage.
"What do you mean? Are you messing with me?"
"I don't know if you're messing with me or I'm messing with you. You're the one breaking the rules; we just clapped hands in agreement that you wouldn't lie." Ling Kong's voice soft, he lowered his head, his face so close that his cold eyes seemed all the more piercing, sending chills straight to one's heart.
"I'm telling the truth." Yiyi had no choice but to avoid his penetrating gaze, feeling guilty.
Ling Kong quickly straightened up, took out a silver box, and said nonchalantly:
