"You! Bastard!"
Liu Feifei gritted her silver teeth, her face full of pain as she shouted at Wang Zhen.
At this moment, she no longer had any trace of a noble CEO image.
Hair disheveled, her complexion horrendously grim.
That unbearable itch all over her body, yet unable to scratch with her hands.
This was simply not something an average person, let alone a woman, could endure.
All at once.
The entire factory was filled with Liu Feifei's unbearably painful laughter.
Indeed.
Laughter.
Even though she instinctively didn't want to laugh.
But the itch compelled her to laugh out loud.
Yet this laughter was filled with such pain.
Approximately two minutes passed.
Liu Feifei's expression suddenly changed again.
Just as Wang Zhen said.
The pain of a thousand needles pricking her body arrived!
The transition from itch to pain practically occurred in an instant.
A moment ago.
Her body was still itching to the point of mental collapse.
A second later.
