"Well, let me see what's inside here," Chui Ming said with a taunting laugh, "Is it some kind of software?"
"Chui Ming, give me back my stuff, it's mine!" Xiao Mo yelled angrily. He almost broke free through sheer force of rage.
The more he struggled, the better Chui Ming felt.
He squatted down and spat into his face, "What do you mean it's yours? Everyone here saw you steal this from me so how dare you say that it's yours?"
There was deep-seated rancor in Xiao Mo's eyes.
Chui Ming said almost the same thing when he took over the software he designed so many years ago.
What do you mean it's yours? This is mine. You stole this from me and you have the audacity to claim ownership over it? Would you believe I have a hundred ways of making your life hell?
The thing was his, he designed the software.
