Xue Cong burst into laughter again after crying bitterly.
Just like that, he was repeatedly tortured between great sorrow and great joy.
After a few times, he finally broke down.
"I said, hahahaha… Can't I say it? Hahaha... Please, spare me, hahahaha…"
Zhuang Xiaojiao was delighted and looked at Ye Feng hurriedly.
She didn't expect this guy's method to actually work.
Looking at the time, it was indeed less than a minute.
This guy always brought her unexpected surprises.
This time, she was not disappointed.
Only then did Ye Feng put down his book. He turned to look at Xue Cong. "Why didn't you cooperate earlier? Why do you have to suffer this?"
As he spoke, he removed the silver needles.
Xue Cong's face was covered in snot and tears, and he looked extremely miserable.
Due to his emotional fluctuations, he took a long time to calm down.