The waitress had never thought that she would be molested by a prepubescent teenager. She looked at Zhang Zihao in shock, wanting to escape but Zhang Zihao had a tight hold on her.
"Let go! Let go!" The waitress struggled and screamed.
Zhang Zihao didn't seem to want to let go of the waitress. His body leaned towards her breast. He often witnessed his father using his body or his hands to touch other women. Zhang Zihao was disinterested at first but he slowly became curious and recently he had begun to long for it.
Zhang Chao forcefully held the female manager and, from the corner of his eye, saw his son rubbing against the waitress. He laughed out loud. "Great! No wonder why you're my son! This should be what you do!"
