Song Qingshu looked at Miao Qingfeng with a leering smile, especially at her enticing body, curvaceous and particularly when her face reddened with anger—it was even more attractive the angrier she got.
"Go ahead and shout, I won't feel anything if you don't."
Song Qingshu said with a sleazy laugh.
As he spoke, Song Qingshu pounced on her.
Though Song Qingshu appeared somewhat frail, he was skilled in Kung Fu after all. Miao Qingfeng was just a Pharmacist at the chamber of commerce and knew nothing about Kung Fu, how could she be a match for Song Qingshu?
Song Qingshu licked his chapped lips, this woman indeed had a taste.
Slap!
Seeing that Miao Qingfeng was not behaving, Song Qingshu slapped her across the face crisply.
Miao Qingfeng covered her swollen cheek, she had not expected Song Qingshu to strike without a word of warning.
Miao Qingfeng ran toward the door, trying to escape this place of trouble.
"Where do you think you're going, get back here!"
