"You said you have memories from before?"
Lin Ao had just heard Luo Yanran say she had regained her previous memories. Her situation was probably the same as Xia Qiange's and Liu Nian's.
"Mhm~"
Hearing Luo Yanran's answer, Lin Ao felt his temple twitch. What a wonderful answer. I'll endure it.
"Then you should know Lin Feng's plans and what he's done since, right?"
Lin Ao continued asking.
"Mhm~"
Luo Yanran's answer made Lin Ao unconsciously clench his right fist. He took a deep breath, doing his best to steady himself.
"Can you talk properly?"
"Mhm~"
"If you keep this up, I won't be able to hold back, Luo Yanran."
"Hmph~"
Luo Yanran huffed, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her head away.
This is just how I am. What are you going to do about it, President Lin?
"Ah—! What are you doing?!"
The veins on Lin Ao's forehead bulged. He'd had enough; there was no point holding back anymore. His gaze sharpened, and his presence turned intimidating.
Smack! Smack, smack, smack! A flurry of blows rang out from the office, accompanied by Luo Yanran's cries, echoing again and again.
Ten minutes later, Lin Ao looked at Luo Yanran, who lay on the sofa like a salted fish.
She lay motionless across Lin Ao's lap. It hurt—oh, it hurt so much!
Her eyes were red-rimmed as she rubbed her bottom. Damn Lin Ao, he'd really hit her hard!
"Can you talk properly now?"
Lin Ao rubbed his somewhat sore right hand. He hadn't gone easy on her. Unless he taught her a lesson, she wouldn't talk properly.
"Mhm..."
Luo Yanran answered in a voice as faint as a mosquito's. She'd never imagined she'd end up getting spanked like this. Her face was flushed, and her backside still