"Wang Jinhua! You bastard!"
Slap!
A fierce slap landed on Wang Jinhua's face.
Staggering a step from the blow, Wang Jinhua dared not look up at Gao Hong.
Seeing his reaction, Ziyang cracked a slight smile, "I'll go back to fixing the fuse box."
He reached the compartment, found the fuse box, opened it, and, just as Ziyang had predicted--
The fuse wasn't broken at all.
It had been turned off by Gao Hong herself.
After pushing the fuse back on, the room instantly brightened.
Ziyang returned to the previous room and saw that Wang Jinhua was already kneeling before Gao Hong.
"Hongzi, listen to me, I can explain!"
"Explain my ass! So, Wang Jinhua, you've got problems, huh? In bed you're like a limp worm, and then you run out and turn into a dragon?"
