"You really can't get it back anymore..."
Cheng Weiguo gritted his teeth and roared over the phone, one letter at a time, "GIVE - ME - BACK - MY - USB!"
"You've done so many wrong things that you should take responsibility for your actions..."
"This isn't what I f*cking want to hear. I want you to give me back my USB!" This time, when Cheng Weiguo finished roaring, he didn't wait for Cheng Weiwan to reply and asked in an abrupt, cold voice, "I'm going to ask you one last time - will you hand over the USB?"
"Sorry, I..."
"I don't want to hear 'sorry' - I want the USB. You're determined to not give back the USB, is that right?" With the USB in someone else's hands, Cheng Weiguo was a little agitated. He didn't wait for Cheng Weiwan to finish speaking and butt in again in exasperation.
"Is that right?"
"Is that right?"
"Is that right?"
