Chen Hong was increasingly talking nonsense, siding with Tang Zheng like an armchair strategist. Seeing Tang Zheng silent, he thought he had got through, and he was joyfully swell with pride, almost wishing he had a feather fan to pose as a wise man.
Tang Zheng almost injured himself laughing internally, "I would have to be an idiot to take advice from you. If anyone does, they deserve to lose their pants."
"For high-minded, self-proclaimed beauty queens like Ruan Feifei, you just need to play rough. Strip her naked, push her on the bed, whip her a few times. Starve her for ten days or half a month and she will behave like a dog on command." Chen Hong got carried away, saying more and more inappropriate things, twittering like a sparrow.
"Before she would give in, I'd be arrested." Tang Zheng frowned, "Can you shut up?"
