Nangong Qiang looked at his furious expression and sighed.
"If I wanted to send it out, I would have done it already. What's wrong with keeping it for my own amusement?"
"No way! Delete it! Hurry up!" Guan Yu slapped the table with a scowl. "That's Second Young Master Fu's fiancée you're laughing at. Got guts, haven't you?"
Nangong Qiang suddenly regretted showing off just now. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have taken out the video.
"Can we negotiate? I haven't saved it..."
Just as Nangong Qiang's words fell, Guan Yu snatched the phone and deleted the video cleanly right in front of him.
Nangong Qiang leaned back in his chair, watching his actions, too lazy to say a word.
Guan Yu carefully checked his phone to ensure no evidence could harm his artists, then satisfyingly tossed the phone back to Nangong Qiang.
He then called a few subordinates and dragged Nangong Qiang into a meeting.
