That was the only photo she had with her father. For years, it had kept her company, supported her, been by her side. And he dared to burn her photo?
Luo Xiaoqian was furious.
"Give it back to me!"
As the flame from the lighter approached the photo, Luo Xiaoqian shrieked and lunged at him, snatching a pen from the holder and stabbing towards his face.
Before the tip could come close, Leng Zimo's palm had seized her wrist like a vice, expertly twisting it and pinning her down on the desk.
Papers, pen holders, computers... a mess of things scattered on the floor, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest.
Stuffing the lighter into his pocket, he looked down at her from above.
"This is the first time, I'm just warning you. Next time, it won't be just a warning. I think your military father definitely wouldn't want his daughter's video to be viewed by the entire world!"
This bastard, he had a backup?
No wonder he didn't even raise an eyebrow when she broke the memory card.
