Staring at Zuo Tong, Yang Chen thought this woman was like an apple.
An apple left to rot in the warehouse, exuding mold and virus, like a malignant tumor, relentlessly contaminating the air around, even infecting other apples.
Cut it open, and inside it's completely rotten, full of maggots, just one more look made him nauseous!
Yang Chen took several deep breaths to control his emotions, fearing he might lose it and break the woman's neck!
He picked up a remote control, pressed a switch, and the screen behind Yang Chen displayed the images of two people.
A man and a woman, aged somewhere between fifty and sixty, with simple clothes and dark skin, clearly people who often did farm work.
Upon seeing the two on the screen, Zuo Tong's face changed drastically.
"You... what do you want to do!" Zuo Tong panicked.
