The call was from Lu Feng.
"Class monitor, that pretty boy's taken care of."
Song Guanchao almost forgot about this matter.
"Hospitalized?"
"Yeah, both legs broken, face swollen from my slaps, at least two months in the hospital this time."
Six months? That's just talk.
Unless paralyzed, normal injuries generally last a month or so.
"I'll send you the video of that guy screwing around in a bit."
A couple of minutes after hanging up, the video was sent over.
Song Guanchao turned off the volume and clicked on the video.
In the video, a car was parked in a remote suburb, Feng Sheng and a woman in her fifties were making out inside.
The woman was full of fat and pretty ugly, but Feng Sheng managed to hold back his disgust, and even more impressively, he could perform.
This damn...
Even Song Guanchao couldn't help but give a thumbs up, wanting to say, "That's impressive."
No wonder he's a professional; look at that, this is professional work!