"But…"
"Jing, who are you talking to?"
Lin Jiao pushed open the bathroom door.
She slowly wiped her wet hair and walked to the sofa.
"With him." Xue Jing raised his phone.
The front camera was aimed at her neck. From Pei Zhi's angle, he could see a small section of her collarbone.
He swallowed his saliva and regained his composure the moment she took the phone.
"Uncle?"
When Lin Jiao saw that it was him, a smile appeared on her face.
She walked around the coffee table and sat on the sofa, wiping her hair. "Did Jing disturb you?"
"No, he's a good boy."
Pei Zhi swirled his wine glass and took another sip.
He moved his gaze away from her neck and looked into her eyes. "Don't you use a hairdryer?"
