In the end, Yuko deleted the recording.
She held the office door shut, watching Ryuken Ishida behind it with a wary expression.
"Remember what you promised, okay?"
Ryuken Ishida said coldly, "Did you delete it?"
Yuko shot back, "Do you remember?"
"I remember." A vein faintly throbbed on Ryuken Ishida's otherwise expressionless face.
Yuko continued, "Remember what?"
Bang!
The office door shook with a muted thud from a body slamming into it. Yuko braced herself against the door and did not let him break through.
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of attitude is that? Are you planning to rob me?" Yuko's expression darkened. "Believe it or not, I'll forward it to someone right now."
Ryuken Ishida fell silent with black lines all over his face. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "...I understand. I'll teach him properly."
"Who? Teach who?"
"Don't push your luck!"
Even a giant iceberg like Ryuken Ishida was nearly driven mad by Yuko. His expression gradually turned savage.
His wife, Katagiri Yuehui, was instead covering her mouth, struggling painfully not to laugh.
As expected of Lord Yuko. This was the first time she had seen Lord Ryuken being teased like this.
Yuko curled her lip. Her fingers tapped the buttons, producing a series of beeps, while she deliberately dragged out her words.
"Send~ing~ it~"
Ryuken Ishida interrupted through gritted teeth. "Uryu Ishida."
Yuko curled her lip again. "There's no feeling in that. You know what I want to hear."
Bang!
The office door rumbled again.
Yuko was utterly unconcerned. "It's not my door, anyway. If you break it, you're paying for it yourself."
"...My son, my precious son!" Ryuken Ishida's face twisted fiercely. "Is that enough for you?!"
"..."
When he received no response, Ryuken Ishida finally cracked and looked up to demand, "Hey! You