"Hmph." Zoya folded her arms around her knees. "In terms of cursing, I'm not a match for you, Ragib."
Ragib glanced at her.
There was a complicated look in his eyes.
"But I'm not that angry today." Zoya paused and buried her face in her arms. "Anyway, thank you for what happened in my newspaper this afternoon... thank you for sending someone in."
Otherwise, if Zendaya did not leave, there would be quite a commotion. Ragib looked at her and was a little surprised.
This woman always had thorns all over her body and was confident and arrogant. He had never seen her so frustrated.
Ragib was dressed in a black leather coat, which made his body look even taller. He sneered, "So, are you really the daughter of Commander?"
"You can say it, or you can say it's not," Zoya said, "but did call him Dad."