"My God... My God!"
Aunt Chen had witnessed the scene before her.
Ever since moving into the neighborhood, Aunt Chen had a very good impression of Zhao Na, and the two would often chat together during their free time.
However, as she saw Zhao Na in such a state, Aunt Chen felt a surge of anger and grabbed her daughter's hand saying, "Hurry up and go... hurry up! If we're late, we might get corns!"
With those words, Aunt Chen quickly walked away, pulling her daughter along.
Mengyu's face flushed red; she didn't know how to explain herself and just prayed silently, hoping Aunt Chen wouldn't spread the word.
"Hmm... it's so... so uncomfortable, quick... I'm going to die of discomfort!" At this moment, Zhao Na, in the young security guard's arms, had completely lost control. Her hand had slipped into the young security guard's pants, fiddling with his thing while whining, "It's uncomfortable... I'm dying... Help me... help me out, please... I beg you, help me! It's itchy... mmm!"
