Li Zaijun reported a number, his eyes deepening, and the next second he tried to snatch the bank card from her hands.
Li Zaijun quickly dodged, looking at him angrily, "What are you doing? If you want the card, delete the photos in front of me now."
He pulled down his mask, sneering coldly,
"It's me setting the terms now, not you. Give me the card, and I will delete them."
Li Zaijun: "..."
She clenched her fist but still handed over the card to him.
"How about now, can you delete them?"
She asked.
Just as she spoke, he suddenly scoffed, holding the card in his hand and tapping it, he eerily said to her,
"I really want to ask you a question, did you sleep with your sugar daddy? How else would you have so much money?"
"You..." Li Zaijun clenched her teeth a bit.
She stared at him fiercely, "You are despicable—!"
