Jian Yanyan: Yeah, [laughs]right now, I'm at his place! His house is unlike other men's, it's very clean. I'm currently in the kitchen, want me to take a picture and show you?"
Qin Yin: Send it over quickly.
Jian Yanyan picked up her phone, snapped a picture of the kitchen, and sent it to Qin Yin with a beaming smile.
But upon turning around, she saw Shen Mingfeng standing behind her, asking with a smile: "What are you doing?"
Jian Yanyan jumped in surprise, and her phone slipped from her hand, landing in the pot of soup she was cooking.
"Ah—" Jian Yanyan gasped, she reached out in an attempt to retrieve her phone from the pot.
Shen Mingfeng grabbed her hand as he noticed her action. His voice was filled with shock as he reprimanded her: "What are you doing? That's boiling water, do you want to lose your hand?"
Jian Yanyan was stunned by his sternness, then bit her lower lip, lowered her head, and weakly said: "I was just panicking."
