Upon hearing Song Guanchao's question, Wu Qiangwei was startled for a moment, and then quickly realized something.
She looked at the young man whose hair was being grabbed by Song Guanchao, waiting for his answer.
"What?" The young man looked bewildered.
The words had just fallen.
A big slap came directly at him.
The young man's eyes suddenly became clear, and half of his face swelled visibly.
Song Guanchao lifted his head again, still smiling gently, "Who sent you guys here?"
"I..."
"Smack!"
Another big slap.
The young man was left dazed by the hit.
The other young men, seeing this, pretended to be dead, lying on the ground.
"I haven't even said anything yet." The young man was on the verge of tears.
"Oh, sorry about that," Song Guanchao said with a smiling expression, "Go ahead, who sent you guys?"
"No, no one."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man closed his eyes, ready for another hit.
This time, Song Guanchao didn't make a move.
