As soon as the girl entered the room and saw the slender and fair Zhang Dapao sitting on the bed, her eyes instantly brightened, excitement gleaming like a hungry tiger spotting prey. Then, she stepped forward and directly threw Zhang Dapao onto the bed.
Trapped, Zhang Dapao tried to struggle but helplessly found that apart from barely moving his hands, he couldn't move any other part of his body, leaving him at the mercy of the girl.
Just then, Zhang Dapao's phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He hurriedly took it out, like grabbing a lifeline, and pressed the answer button:
"Hello, Xing, do you have some urgent matter to find me about?" Zhang Dapao's voice carried a hint of anxiety and helplessness.
"Uh, Dapao, what's wrong? You sound like you're out of breath, is something wrong?" Xing asked inquisitively on the other end of the line.
"I'm fine, just tell me what's the matter you're calling me for?" Zhang Dapao said with an expression almost about to cry, sounding desperate.