The girl's face turned pale and she glared at him: "It's easy to say, if I could have hit you, I would have hit you a long time ago."
Isn't this just fear? You can't even move, how can you fight?
Huang Mao sneered, extinguished his cigarette, and picked up the steel pipe as thick as his finger, tapping the iron handrail again and again, just like playing a beautiful piece of music: "How about it, do you want me to help you?"
The girl raised her head and looked back at him intently.
Sixth floor office
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