Wang Meng smiled wickedly, his breath nearly spraying on Song Qian'ai's face, "Why don't you try and see if I dare..."
Mommy, there's a pervert here, can someone please take him away?
Song Qian'ai's legs were getting weak, just as she was wondering if she should say something to beg for mercy.
Wang Meng had already released her chin, holding a cell phone in his hand. He tapped on it, quickly found those videos, and attempted to delete them all.
Then, with an arrogant look, he tossed the cell phone into Song Qian'ai's arms, "Here, take back your piece of junk."
But he hadn't planned on letting her off that easily. Daring to talk to him like that, it was unthinkable for him not to teach her a lesson.
