Zhan Moxiao, both helpless and amused, touched his forehead. What could he do when his own wife loved to kick a man when he was down and then rush to pluck a few more hairs from the dog? It was all because Qin Qingnan overestimated his abilities.
By then, Qin Qingnan had already run to the car, violently opened the door, and sat in the back seat with a face so ashen that it barely looked human.
Zhan Moxiao and Xie Shichen both turned their heads, laughing at him.
Xie Shichen cheerily handed over the camera, teasing, "Recorded everything from start to finish without missing a second. Want to have a look?"
Qin Qingnan, full of pent-up anger, snatched the camera from Xie Shichen's gloating face and threw it out of the car.
Xie Shichen wasn't upset; he hurriedly got out, retrieved the camera, and carefully checked for any damage. "Oh dear, such important footage; can't lose it now," he said.
Zhan Moxiao also mocked playfully, "Wow, got a bit of a temper, huh?"
