Wu Song took a deep breath and thought to himself, feeling exhilarated.
But Wu Yuling was dumbfounded.
Her sister had just been groped by Wu Song, and she was enraged, wanting to teach Wu Song a lesson.
However, before she could retaliate, Wu Song had pressed the rolling pin right against her nether region.
She had suffered an even bigger loss than before.
Damn it!
Wu Yuling was furious, almost in tears.
She had never suffered such humiliation.
She felt helpless and even suffocated.
"Wu Song, you're doomed! Sooner or later, I'll finish you!" Wu Yuling gritted her teeth, glaring at Wu Song.
Wu Song knew there was no point in talking with Wu Yuling; she held disdain for him deep down and was prejudiced—communication was impossible.
So he decided to abandon politeness entirely.
Not only did he not let go, but he twisted his waist, rubbing the rolling pin against Wu Yuling's intimate spot.
Wu Yuling was struck as if by lightning, staring at Wu Song in utter disbelief.
