Jiang Miaomiao stared at Jiang Qiran with her mouth agape.
That pair of cold and slanted phoenix eyes was filled with hostility at this moment, giving people a sense of despair that sent chills down their spine.
“Qiran, what’s wrong with you? Isn’t... isn’t it just a phone?”
Jiang Miaomiao swallowed her saliva. She stared at the broken phone in Jiang Qiran’s hand, feeling very puzzled.
..
Jiang Qiran suddenly raised his eyes.
“Do you know any professional phone repairmen?”
Jiang Qiran’s eyes were bloodshot. He stared straight at Jiang Miaomiao, making Jiang Miaomiao almost shiver.
She kept feeling that..
Jiang Qiran’s current state was not quite right. He was simply paranoid to a terrifying degree.
Needless to say, the only reason why Jiang Qiran could smash the entire room into such a state and focus on fixing the broken phone was because of that person.
Ye, Lin, Lang.
