"Agh!"
Just a cry of agony was heard.
Qian Zhita leaped up from the sofa, frantically slapping at the crotch of his pants.
But the cigarette butt seemed determined to hassle him, not only burning a large hole through his trousers but also wriggling its way inside, impervious to Qian Zhita's desperate slapping.
Qian Zhita broke out in a sweat, screaming over and over.
If the cigarette butt truly found its way inside and ignited, he could well turn into a roast chicken.
"What are you two staring at? Come help me!" Qian Zhita, while frantically batting at the cigarette butt, turned to glare at his two bodyguards behind him and said in a panic-stricken face.
Upon hearing this, the two bodyguards rushed over.
With their help, Qian Zhita was finally able to remove the cigarette butt from his pants.
He collapsed on the sofa, drained, let out a long breath, and then looked down at the crotch of his trousers.
