"Stop!"
Before Wu Gang could finish his sentence, Zhao Lu's face had turned dark.
She cursed with annoyance, "I think you're getting worse and worse. Was it that little slut Song Xue who taught you?"
Wu Gang curled his lips, replying with a smirk, "It's actually you, President Zhao, who's chickened out..."
Zhao Lu nearly choked in irritation, wanting to retort but found herself somewhat at a loss for words.
Because in her heart, she truly had chickened out.
Earlier on, she had seen Wu Gang's fighting power through a pinhole camera.
And just now, when she went to pick up Wu Gang and saw the battered appearance of Song Xue, she admitted she didn't dare to try.
"Don't get too cocky!"
In the end, Zhao Lu squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth and stopped paying Wu Gang any attention.
Upon returning to Yunding, Zhao Lu left him behind and rushed back to her office.
"You're back?"
