"The video on that phone is very important to me!" Jiang Tiantian clenched her fists, her beautiful eyes bloodshot as she glared at Qin Long through gritted teeth.
"Hey, Mr. Iron Crutch, how could you deliberately destroy someone's phone like that?" Li Min immediately piped up from the side, accusing Qin Long coldly.
"What business is it of yours?" A trace of coldness touched Qin Long's face as he glared back at her.
"Fuck, is this cripple yelling at me?" Li Min fumed. "Tiantian is my best friend! You intentionally destroyed her phone, so I'm not just going to stand by and do nothing! Stare at me one more time, and see if I don't find someone to break your other leg!" she cursed, getting right in Qin Long's face and poking a finger toward his forehead.
Qin Long's expression grew even colder. "Is that so? I'm really looking forward to it."
