Su Luo shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"It's not sincere enough."

Song Qiluo pouted.

"Then tell me, what constitutes sincerity?"

Su Luo raised her hand to stroke her chin, her eyes gradually darkening as she looked at Song Qiluo.

"I want you to kneel down and apologize to me properly, and promise not to tell anyone about what happened today, to keep it to yourself."

Song Qiluo stood up abruptly and pointed at him.

"Hey, you've gone too far! This is really too much! Is it really necessary? It's not the first time!"

Su Luo smiled and cracked his knuckles. Although he couldn't beat Song Lingshan or Ye Xiaoman, he could easily defeat Song Qiluo, especially since she was currently at full strength.

"I'll give you three seconds to think about whether you want your life or your dignity."

“3,2…”

Thump!

Song Qiluo's knees buckled, and she obediently knelt on the floor, her head bowed as low as it could go.

Her hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

How humiliating, how shameful.

But he couldn't resist at all. For some reason, Su Luo became serious and fierce, much more so than he had been five years ago.

Su Luo picked up the phone from the bedside table, turned on the camera, pointed the lens at Song Qiluo, and gave the order.

"Lift your head up."

Song Qiluo reluctantly raised her head, her delicate face flushed red, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and her pearly teeth biting her bright red lips.

She was so aggrieved that she almost cried.

A strange sense of satisfaction welled up inside Su Luo, and he gave the order.

"Come on, smile and let me see."

At this moment, he began to understand how he felt when Song Lingshan bullied him in the past; it was a feeling that was simply irresistible.