Fu Ya was intimidated by her aggression. Rong Yan's shameful cover had been stripped away, yet she still dared to be so arrogant—was she sick? Fu Ya paused, already wanting to back down in her heart, but unwilling to admit defeat, she pushed Rong Yan's hand away and cursed, "Lunatic!"
"I can't be bothered with you. The recording is about to start, and I need to go put on makeup!" With that, she turned to leave.
Rong Yan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, her tone growing colder, "Hand over your phone."
"What are you doing! Let go! I told you to let go, did you hear me?" Fu Ya didn't expect to be yanked back so violently, her back slamming into the bed frame, causing pain while she struggled fiercely.
Rong Yan didn't waste words with her and pressed down to search her bag, quickly finding a pink cell phone in the pocket of her clothes.
