"Late-night party?"
As Jiang Ning's words fell, the scene lapsed into a brief silence, because the spectacle before them was simply too bizarre.
Liu Chuandao was sprawled desolately on the ground, while the hefty Pang Jiao sat squarely on his back, pinning him firmly to the earth. No matter how many times he struggled, he couldn't twitch so much as a fraction of an inch.
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