At that time, Pang Jiao had flipped over the desk. Had it not been for the presence of the class monitor, Huang Zhongfei, a major conflict would have been inevitable.
Unfortunately for Wu Xiaoqi, who was soundly asleep, he found himself plunged into a nightmare.
Since then, Dong Qingfeng had learned his lesson and grown by choosing his words more carefully, fearing he might touch someone's sore spot.
Chen Qian said, "I definitely paid attention to her makeup, but that wasn't my goal."
"What was your goal?" Dong Qingfeng wondered.
Tang Fu was equally curious, looking puzzled.
With an expressionless face, Chen Qian analyzed as if he were a machine, "Just now, the woman's partner kissed her face, and since makeup contains heavy metals, I was wondering how many times he needs to kiss her before he dies of heavy metal poisoning."
Dong Qingfeng was greatly shaken, "It really is you!"
Tang Fu was startled. How could someone have such bizarre thoughts?
