"Mm." Ji Ting nodded again. "Think about what you want as compensation, and let me know."
Ji Yanzhi felt as though he had just watched a rabbit plunge headfirst into a pit, and a trace of barely concealed amusement crept into his eyes. He made a show of considering it before saying coldly, "I doubt you can afford to compensate me. I'll punish you instead."
Ji Ting's brow stirred slightly. "Punish me?"
"I've already decided. Your punishment is that you aren't allowed to talk to Ling Xi over the New Year holiday. Even if you feel awful, you can't respond to him. Treat him like he doesn't exist."
As his words fell, Ji Ting's expression suddenly froze, as though he had never expected this to be the punishment.
When he remained silent for a long time, Ji Yanzhi sneered, "What, you can't do it?"
"No, I can. But I suggest you pick something else."
Ji Yanzhi abruptly flared up. "You dare bargain with me? I'm not changing it. That's final!"
With that, he rose from the sofa and headed for the bathroom.
Ji Ting stared blankly at his retreating figure and thought, This is no punishment at all. It seems a little unfair to Ji Yanzhi.
Without warning, Ji Yanzhi suddenly stumbled over nothing.
Ji Ting instinctively stood up. "Are you... all right?"
Ji Yanzhi had already steadied himself. Without looking back, he said, "None of your business."
Only after entering the bathroom did he knit his brows in puzzlement.
What had Ji Ear meant by that thought? What did he mean, no punishment at all? Wasn't the condition he had just set enough to make Ji Ting miserable?
The more Ji Yanzhi thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. Then he wondered whether Ji Ting planned to agree