After Mo Xing's words were out, Li Qi's heart clenched, and she was alarmed, thinking to herself that this was bad.
Mo Xing's intention was clear; they were not going to reconcile, and the matter was far from over.
As expected, Mo Xing smirked coldly, took a titanium alloy golf club from the car, and then swung it with great force, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
With a crack, the club made direct contact with the cellphone, immediately causing the screen to shatter, and the whole phone to bend. The phone was utterly destroyed by that single strike.
Seeing the cellphone completely broken, Li Qi's heart gave a violent lurch, her face turning pale as she felt sweat trickle down from her forehead.
"Alright, no need to worry about replacing the screen now. Your phone's worth what, over a hundred thousand, right? I'll give you two hundred thousand as compensation for all your losses, no problem with that, right?"
