"Son of a bitch, why don't you resist, huh? Have the guts to resist again?"
Song Xiaodong, with his hands raised, gritted his teeth but dared not make a move, "Granny, I won't run, I absolutely won't run, if I run again I really won't have any guts left."
"Keep your hands up nicely for me, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Song Xiaodong had intended to lower his arms and then grab Qiao Yutong's wrist directly, rendering her hand powerless instantly, but Qiao Yutong saw through his plan with a glance and shouted, then suddenly increased her grip strength.
"Ah!" Song Xiaodong screamed in pain, crying out, "My balls, my balls."
"You bastard, I'll squeeze you to pieces," Qiao Yutong eyed Song Xiaodong's arm and slowly rose to her feet.
"Oh my granny, is this really okay? You're a girl, treating a guy like this, if your husband found out, you wouldn't be able to explain yourself."
