Zhang Ziwen saw Wu Min's contemptuous gaze and it irked him greatly. "What are you acting so high and mighty for? If it weren't for my tight spot right now, I wouldn't bother with you. Just because you're easy on the eyes doesn't mean you're all that!" His mind started to fill with vulgar words. He wouldn't mind making up with this beauty, Wu Min, but her scornful looks were too much to handle. The indignant Ziwen had no choice but to keep arguing with her.
Wu Min gazed coldly at the scoffing Zhang Ziwen and expressed her impatience. "Enough yet? I don't have all day here. Speak up. What do you need from us, the police?"
Her words were so chilling that Ziwen almost choked on the cigarette smoke in his lungs. After a strenuous swallow, he lifted his eyelids, shot her an unhappy look, and said, "What's the rush? If I choke, will you take responsibility?"
