"What do you think I'm thinking?" Wu Min retorted, her figure shaking with anger, looking at the loathsome man in front of her with hostility.
"Thinking what? You clearly wanted to use your charms to break through this case, didn't you already do it?" An irate Zhang Ziwen did not bother about consequences anymore, didn't care about losing face. His anger, be it emotional or carnal rage, was flaming ardently. It was fueled by Wu Min's proximity and the intoxicating scent of her body, which constantly wafted into his nostrils.
"You bastard!" Before Wu Min could finish her sentence, she lunged at him in a fit of rage, determined to teach this detestable man a lesson.
