Liu Zhizhong really broke down, only able to plead, "Mr. Xuan, please don't, let me go, I beg you!"
"Liu Zhizhong is just a small fry, a nobody so insignificant that he wouldn't dare to fart in front of you!"
"But I am also a man, and I have my dignity! I don't want to serve a man, to sleep with a man!"
"If you insist on pushing me, I will have no choice but to jump from here, I'd rather die than comply!"
Saying this, Liu Zhizhong rushed past the rockery, charging towards the balcony's transparent high-strength glass railing.
The glass railing was damn high, about two and a half meters, but Liu Zhizhong lightly jumped, grabbed the edge, and hung in mid-air, poised to climb over and jump down.
Behind him, Qian Xuan froze.
His electric wheelchair spun around, watching Liu Zhizhong, suddenly bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
Liu Zhizhong turned his head and saw that sick bastard, actually laughing until he cried.
