Qi Fang smiled faintly, "Miss Fu, verbal harm is also a form of harm."
The tongue is the softest thing in the world, yet it is also the sharpest weapon that can hurt people.
The harm inflicted by words often weighs heavier than physical injuries.
Fu Yu's body was shaking all over. She clutched her phone tightly, gritted her teeth hard, and a vicious glint flashed through her eyes.
Naively, she thought if she smashed the phone, then Qi Fang would have no evidence to prove that she had posted malicious comments online slandering Fu Yanhe!
But the very next second, as if Qi Fang had pierced through her thoughts, the smile remained unchanged on his face, "Miss Fu, even if you smash the phone, it's useless. I've already made no less than a hundred copies of your slanderous comments against Master Fu."
"Oh and by the way, this phone is a new model developed by FY Group, worth twenty thousand yuan. If it gets smashed, I will add it to your debts," he added.
