Every word Zhao Minghai uttered was tormenting her nerves, reminding her incessantly that she was entangled with this man for life.
For the first time, Jian Keyan harbored a murderous intent.
However, even if she was to kill Zhao Minghai, she had to find out from him where the USB was.
"I'm here to conduct business, not talk about colors. You should know my temper well. If you disappoint me, I might come after you."
Far from angry, Zhao Minghai laughed at Jian Keyan's frantic state, which only excited him further.
Slapping his hands gleefully, he remained unperturbed.
"Ah, yes, I do understand your temperament. Exactly my cup of tea. That's why I keep on calling you up." He waved his phone in the air as a reminder, "Do you believe that if I hand this surveillance video over to the police and claim that you broke into my house to steal things in the middle of the night. Can you imagine the trouble it would cause?"
Furious, Jian Keyan grabbed him by the collar.
