Chương 19: Chapter 19 You, hooligan!

Song Heping, who thought he was very professional, quickly realized just how unprofessional he actually was.

A few minutes later, when the chef parked the car in the underground parking lot of the departure hall, Angel stood up and gave Song Heping a slap.

"You thug!"

Looking at the angry Angel, Song Heping shouted in his own defense, "I'm a thug? I'm a thug?! I—"

Just as he was about to question for the third time how exactly he'd been "thuggish" to this stupid bitch, he suddenly noticed a bright red lipstick mark on the crotch of his trousers.

What the fuck...

This ...

He was suddenly at a loss for words again.

This was like having mud in one's crotch: not shit, but might as well be shit.

The position he had pressed on earlier caused everything to seem suspicious.