"Enough!" Zhao Fengjun pulled Sun Qingqing, "Can you shut that foul mouth of yours!"
Sun Qingqing was caught off guard and staggered.
She screamed, steadied herself, then fiercely pushed Zhao Fengjun, "Are you trying to die, who told you to lay hands on me?"
"Alright, alright, I'm the one who's dying," Zhao Fengjun laughed angrily, "I won't manage anymore, is that okay?"
He turned his head to the team leader and said, "Uncle Bi, just wait, I'll call the leader right away."
What?
Calling a leader?
Seeing Zhao Fengjun was serious, Sun Qingqing was dumbfounded.
What's wrong with men these days? So unreliable?
They were just supporting me, how did they change face so quickly?
"Weren't you saying compensating with seven chicks would be enough? Why call the leader!"
Facing Sun Qingqing's questioning look, Zhao Fengjun felt powerless to retort, "I don't have your skills, can't handle this matter with you.
Better get the leader to deal with the hassle."
