"Phew!"
Wu Qiangwei let out a forceful breath, looking at the lounge chair beside her and suddenly feeling a surge of anger.
She opened up the lounge chair, as if taking out her frustrations on Song Guanchao, and plonked herself down on it.
The result.
"Crack!"
The lounge chair broke.
"Ah!"
Wu Qiangwei cried out in pain, her entire body sinking into the lounge chair, her butt making intimate contact with the ground.
Song Guanchao, hearing the commotion, pushed the door open and saw her in her awkward predicament.
He was stunned for a moment.
What kind of pose is this?
He hurried over, intending to help her up.
"Don't touch me," Wu Qiangwei swatted away his arm.
Song Guanchao didn't say a word, his hands slipping under her armpits trying to pull her out of the distorted lounge chair.
But her butt was too big, completely stuck in the chair; after much effort, he finally extracted her and helped her to sit down.
