He knew that the house belonged to Xiao Moli, but he didn't want to admit it.
"Hmm." An Ziqi didn't want to lie to him.
"An'an, are you dating Xiao Moli?" Lin Xilu's voice was somewhat grim.
Dating? An Ziqi felt bitter inside.
"No, Lin Xilu, he and I aren't in the kind of relationship you're thinking of."
Before she could finish speaking, the phone in her hand was snatched away and thrown aside.
An Ziqi turned around and saw Xiao Moli standing behind her, his face as cold and gloomy as ancient ice.
She frowned, "Xiao Moli, what are you doing?"
She bent down to pick up the phone.
What was this guy getting at?
Xiao Moli watched her actions, only feeling his anger rising. Was she that eager to disassociate herself from him, and throw herself into Lin Xilu's arms?
Before her fingertips touched the phone, he kicked it out with a swing of his leg.
"An Ziqi, are you that desperate?! Is that why you're throw yourself at him so readily?"
