Leng Weixuan broke through the circle of bodyguards observing Tang Zhou's predicament with nosy curiosity, his taunting laughter not concealed at all. "Isn't it too late now to ask everyone to close their eyes? Tang Zhou, who would have thought you turned out to be a Class 3 cripple. If I were born like you, I would've dashed my head and killed myself, rather than remaining in this world just to disgust people. How dare you swagger around outside every day, do you even know how to spell the word 'humility'?"
In sheer panic, Tang Zhou began to search for his trousers, but before he could locate them, Leng Weixuan raised his baseball bat and picked up Tang Zhou's pants resting on top of the car's roof, saying, "Looking for this?"
