Wei Cheng's pain was so intense that he had sobered up from the alcohol, but he was utterly unable to speak.
His teeth had been knocked out just now, and his mouth was filled with blood whenever he opened it.
Fingers are connected to the heart, and now that his fingers were being crushed underfoot, the pain was so severe he couldn't catch his breath, let alone spare any effort to recall which hand had touched that woman.
"It hurts... it hurts—"
In the midst of his agonized screams, Gu Annan's eyes were merciless and ruthless.
His voice was as cold as ice, as if coming from hell, "I'll ask you one more time, which hand touched her?"
Lu Wanwan caught a glint of something and turned her head to see several reporters.
Wei Cheng's cries of pain had likely attracted attention, eventually drawing the reporters.
She couldn't let the reporters catch a clear shot of Gu Annan's face!
That was the only thought in Lu Wanwan's mind at that instant.
