"No need for thanks?"
Zhao Lu looked at Wu Gang with disdain, huffed, and said, "Now that Wei Dong has been caught, I'll tell you, his passionate video can't threaten me anymore!"
"Is that so?" Wu Gang's smile carried a hint of mischief again as he glanced at Zhao Lu, clad in her uniform and looking sexy and alluring. With a sly grin, he said, "The video might not threaten you anymore, but isn't there still someone who can threaten you?"
"Who... who could that be?" Zhao Lu felt a chilling sense from Wu Gang's smile and asked uneasily.
"Of course it's me!" Wu Gang said, and suddenly pinched Zhao Lu a couple of times before running off as if escaping.
And Zhao Lu was left standing there, stunned for a long, long time.
Did this bastard just cop a feel again?
For a moment, Zhao Lu's cheeks were hot and flushed, as if they could seep blood.
However, her shy face soon grew enraged, and she screamed hysterically, "Wu Gang, you fucking lecher..."
