Wu Qiangwei sat on the bed with her legs curled up. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was scattered, and one sleeve had been torn. Her slender arm was covering her chest, with a hint of panic still lingering in her eyes.
When she was serving as Mayor in Wu'an City, she had already dealt with Mr. Xu; their relationship wasn't particularly good but definitely not unfamiliar.
Moreover, Mr. Xu always conducted himself in an orderly manner.
But tonight, Mr. Xu seemed to have transformed into a different person, suddenly erupting into violence with ill intent.
When he lost his sanity and began to assault, Wu Qiangwei's heart was filled with despair.
The disparity in strength between men and women was indeed too great; she simply could not resist.
Just as she was sinking into despair, Song Guanchao appeared like a god descending from the heavens.
Watching him drag Mr. Xu away and stomp him like a dead dog, Wu Qiangwei's inner panic vanished instantly.
