Wu Ming was truly terrified.
Song Guanchao had been ruthlessly brutal, simply inhumane.
The once handsome young man had been beaten into a pig-headed mess.
Look at this face, look at this ass... utterly tragic!
Uncle Hong said, "Don't be so jumpy, he won't do anything to you."
"Hong Shu, you can't do this."
Wu Ming, with a face like he was about to cry, insisted on telling his older sister.
Uncle Hong had no choice but to accompany him.
They arrived safely and without incident at the City Committee parking lot. Just as Wu Ming stepped into the building, he ran into Song Guanchao head-on.
Song Guanchao cast an indifferent glance that made Wu Ming shiver.
Song Guanchao was wondering whether or not to greet him, but Wu Ming, with a stiff smile, said, "Secretary Song, just got back?"
"Uh-huh," Song Guanchao decided to maintain his usual detachment, simply asking, "Where are you staying now?"
Wu Ming startled.
Shit, he's inquiring about where I live!
