President Zhou's entire body was gleaming with grease, which disgusted her so much that she almost felt sorry for the towel.
President Zhou lay on the ground with his right arm broken. Clutching his fractured right arm with his left hand, he howled in pain. Unfortunately, the room was well soundproofed, and no one knew of his plea for help, except for Meng Ning in Room 207. She turned white with fear; she had not expected Qin Qin to be so formidable, so agile. In that instant, she hadn't seen clearly what happened before Qin Qin dragged President Zhou to the ground and swiftly broke his arm. Now, on her computer screen, she just saw President Zhou lying on the ground wailing, while Qin Qin, with her back to the camera, had an expression she couldn't see.
Meng Ning clenched her fists unconsciously, her hands sweating.
Should she do something? She couldn't just let President Zhou fail like this, or she would miss out on the show.