"It's okay, I have plenty of time, I can accompany you." Lin Zifeng smiled, but that evil smile made Chief Zhang's legs tremble with fear.
Life itself is never short of melodrama.
And at this moment, Lin Zifeng was the greatest melodrama, sitting in a leather chair, slowly savoring tea, seriously reading the newspaper, as if he were the chief of this office.
"Sir, I really don't know where that girl's cornea went."
Chief Zhang cried out in a sobbing voice.
"It's okay, you can remain silent, soon you will want to speak." Lin Zifeng seemed very patient.
Chief Zhang's hands were restrained,
His shoes were also completely removed from his feet.
Also, there were four cigarettes held between his toes; if they weren't removed soon, those cigarettes would certainly burn his toes.
By then, it would be a tearless cry.
Seeing the four cigarettes almost burning out, Zhang Pig Head struggled and screamed.
