Disputes

Lu Benwei reached out his hand. A large hand pressed down on Hu Taotao's head. Exerting a little strength, he lifted Hu Taotao like he was picking up a little chick.

"What are you doing?!" Hu Taotao and Lan Luhu shouted at the same time.

"Clean up the trash!" Lu Benwei said coldly, then glanced at Lan Luhu.

The murderous look in his eyes instantly sent a chill down Lan Luhu's spine. He was so scared that he shuddered and shrank to the side, stammering and not daring to go forward.

Lu Benwei was not a magician. Hu Taotao challenged Lu Benwei's bottom line again and again. Naturally, he would not show any mercy to women.

He pressed Hu Taotao to the ground and rubbed her back and forth. Wherever there was melon seed skin, it would rub back and forth.

The effect was surprisingly good. After dragging it back and forth two or three times, the melon seeds on the ground were all attached to Hu Taotao's exposed skin, like black scars.