"Ah..." Lin Chuan was dumbfounded.
Song Xiaojia gritted her teeth, got up, and ran. Lin Chuan immediately realized that the task was over, so he quickly chased after her, shouting as he ran: "Damn woman, don't run, I haven't even started having fun yet."
Song Xiaojia's heart was already ablaze with anger. If it wasn't for the sake of Zhang Wenhui's face, she would have probably already started arguing with Lin Chuan.
The two ran into the woods, got into an old Santana. This time, Song Xiaojia did not give Lin Chuan the chance to take advantage and sat in the passenger seat while Lin Chuan sat alone in the back seat. Song Xiaojia pulled out a gun and angrily said: "Bastard, I'm going to kill you."
"Officer Song, don't... don't fire by accident," Lin Chuan hurriedly said.
"Xiao Jia, put the gun down," Zhang Wenhui reprimanded sharply.
"Chief Zhang, he... he took advantage of me while we were acting," Song Xiaojia said, seething with anger, wishing she could gun Lin Chuan down.
