The instant he finished signing, all the strength seemed to drain from Li Hongjun's body. He collapsed to the floor, his fat, greasy face filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and a pleading look. "The videos... can you delete the videos now?"
Chen Lin looked down at him, his expression utterly calm. In front of everyone, he leisurely swiped across his phone screen, permanently deleting every video in the Encrypted Folder, one after another.
Once he was done, he turned the phone screen toward Li Hongjun and said evenly, "They're all deleted. No backups."
Li Hongjun stared hard at the empty folder, his taut nerves finally relaxing. He let out a long breath, looking as though he had been dragged out of the water, cold sweat soaking his expensive shirt. He believed him. Under these circumstances, the young man had no reason to lie to him.
As long as the evidence that could utterly destroy him disappeared, money was nothing! As long as he was still alive, he could always rebuild.
Too ashamed to stay any longer, he scrambled up from the floor, grabbed his son Li Sikong, who was still stunned and dazed, and made for the exit.
"Dad! You really gave her all the money? Our family... our family's finished!" Half of Li Sikong's face had swollen from Li Hongjun's slap. Watching his father sign the agreement surrendering all his assets had left him utterly crushed. Only now did he snap out of it and start shouting in agitation.
"Shut up, you ungrateful brat!" Li Hongjun couldn't stand the sight of anyone right now. He only wanted to leave this suffocating place as quickly as possible.
He ignored his son's shouting and completely forgot Ning Xiao Yu, who was still standing nearby. Dragging Li Sikong like a