Chi Yue looked at his scar-covered face, emotionless, "Are you done speaking? If so, please leave."
"No, Chi Yue, I really realize my mistake. Please forgive me. If you don't forgive me, I'm going to continue getting beaten today and tomorrow... please, just have some pity on me."
Chi Yue refused to relent, "When you insulted me, a weak woman, did you ever think about having pity on me?"
"I was wrong. I truly was. I... I'll kowtow to you, would that make it right?"
As he spoke, Hong Yize heavily kowtowed in front of all the onlookers.
Chi Yue's brows knit slightly, but she still wouldn't yield, "Are you leaving or not? If not, I'm calling the police."
She signaled to the person in charge, who quickly took out their phone.
Seeing this, Hong Yize reluctantly left.
Chi Yue motioned for them to return to work, while she sat in her office pondering, who had beaten Hong Yize like this?
