She took the scissors from Song Yuanchao’s hand, pulled out a digital recorder and clicked it on, then said, "Alright, let’s leave Yu Zhenghong aside for a moment. But I need to know what you discussed when you went to see Master Er and Master Dong the day before yesterday. That’s not too much to ask, is it?"
Wu Yaozu’s hand paused, his eyes darting back and forth. Chen Rou raised the scissors: "Your mother is eating an egg tart, she's in a good mood and has a good appetite. Do me a favor and don't make me cut off her son’s balls and feed them to the dogs right in front of her!"
Song Yuanchao, a man well-versed in the chaos of the streets, felt his crotch tighten in genuine terror.
Chapter 107