Living without face is indeed possible, but it feels worse than death! Hua Tian muttered to himself in the dark.
Then he slightly bowed and spoke sincerely to Liu Ying, "Liu Ying, I was at fault first regarding the incident just now, and I didn't consider things thoroughly! I might have offended you, and I would like to apologize here, hoping for your forgiveness."
"Heh, you, a grown man, shouldn't act like a woman spouting such useless talk after the fact! Since you lost the competition, just accept it gracefully and give the great Young Master Hua a good reputation! Those were the rules we agreed on beforehand, so why did you even join this game? To prove how much of a sore loser you are?"
Liu Ying's words were sharp as knives, each one stabbing straight into Hua Tian's heart, making his face change hues between green and red, looking very much like a chameleon.
