"Don't hit me, don't hit me."
Wu Ming begged for mercy, "I'll talk, isn't that enough?"
Song Guanchao let go of him.
Wu Ming, clutching his stomach, said, "Secretary Wu cooked for me, we ate together, talked, oh right, we even held hands."
Song Guanchao's face turned pitch black, nostrils flaring, teeth clenched.
But Wu Ming just continued, "Oh yeah, I remember now, I even kissed Secretary Wu, tsk, her lips are so soft, so fragrant, and her waist is so supple..."
"Bang!"
Another punch, this one sent Wu Ming squatting to the ground.
However, Wu Ming wasn't the least bit angry, instead, he looked up with a smug smile and said, "I also touched Secretary Wu's butt, really perky, and those legs..."
Song Guanchao's face was as still as water, not saying a word, grabbing his hair, ready to give him a colossal slap.
Suddenly.
Several beams of light shone over, and a few policemen ran over quickly, shouting, "What are you doing?"
