"If you don't leave, I'll beat you away!"

"It just so happens that I haven't moved my muscles for a long time. Let me try my hand on you to see if my skills are rusty."

Song Zhiwei picked up the big broom and greeted him with her head covered.

Naturally, a man would not be beaten stupidly. Song Zhiwei made him run around, and the hairstyle on his head that could not be blown by a Category 8 typhoon almost failed to hold on.

He shouted in panic, "Stop, stop it, ...