The wall lamp was already on, but he viciously pulled at the power cord plugged in, and after the lamp flickered a few times, it too went out.
He saw the books related to finance placed on the bedside table, which Qin Yin had been studying intensively in the past few days; they were filled with notes.
Opening one, he glanced through it, a mocking smile curling on his lips, and he viciously tore the pages out one by one, "Studying finance books, are you trying to investigate your mother's procurement accounts from back then?"
Qin Yin silently watched him.
He tossed the shredded pages into the air, and they fluttered down like snowflakes in a blizzard.