"You're pulling my hair."
The wind stopped and the rain ceased, Song Guanchao was heavily pressing on top of her, Wu Qiangwei pushed him with a playful tone.
Song Guanchao raised his arm, rolled off her, and lay beside her, breathing evenly.
Wu Qiangwei relaxed for a while, then slowly moved closer to him, resting her head on his arm, asking, "Are you going to deal with Wei Zejun?"
Song Guanchao slightly lowered his head and glanced at her.
From this perspective, all he could see were her curled eyelashes, not her gaze or expression.
"Someone came to inspect, something like this happened; tell me, shouldn't I give them an explanation?"
"What do you plan to do?"
Wu Qiangwei uncharacteristically sought advice, hoping he would calm down and think of a rational strategy.
Impulsiveness solves nothing, it could easily lead into the opponent's trap.
She still believed Wei Zejun's actions were highly suspicious, not the kind someone with his status would do.
