Huang Zhaozhong has lived for more than forty years.
He's encountered all kinds of danger.
He's even faced life-and-death crises head on.
But he never imagined that one day he'd be thrown out the window like a chick.
For the first time, Huang Zhaozhong regretted why he chose to work on such a high floor.
If it were just the first floor?
The second floor would be fine too!
Wouldn't even die from the fall, right!
Now look, the nineteenth floor!
If he falls down, wouldn't he be smashed into minced meat?
Ground meat?
Meat paste?
Damn... why am I thinking of so many words!
As he watched Chen Xiao preparing to release the third finger, Huang Zhaozhong's whole body trembled.
He didn't dare to guess how strong Chen Xiao's grip was.
He only knew that he didn't dare to bet that Chen Xiao could hold him with just two fingers!
"President Huang, is the breeze outside waking your brain?"
Chen Xiao's voice rang out once more.
