Ming Huang walked forward slowly, curling the ends of his hair carelessly with his fingertips: "Wang Cuihua, right? You are more lively than the dung truck at the entrance of the village. You open your mouth and shut your mouth to dip into the pig cage - what? You were squatting in the pig cage when you saw Xinghua having a private meeting Or are you saying that your job as a sex agent has gone bad and you have turned to being an executioner to collect rewards? How come you are no longer satisfied with climbing on the walls of old bachelors and are planning to steal someone's pants?" The villagers were suddenly stunned: Is this even possible? I'm not that scared anymore, but I'm still a little excited. What's going on?
