"Who were you with?"
Li Qiyu had not yet spoken when her phone was snatched away.
Through the chilling aura, even separated by a phone call, Bo Yeyuan could feel the two men facing off, dangerously.
Bo Yeyuan gripped the phone tightly, veins bulging all over his body, until Beitang Feng chuckled lowly:
"Mr. Bo, I will take good care of your wife."
Crack, the car window rolled down, and the mobile phone flew out.
Bo Yeyuan raised his hand and smashed the table lamp—
...
Li Qiyu was not irritated in the slightest, taking out her powder compact to lightly touch up her face: "Thanks."
She didn't mind making Bo Yeyuan angry; the morning's video still upset her to the point where she couldn't eat... Why should he have it easy!
As for that perverted phone with images of Bo Yeyuan every time it turned on or off, she had long stopped wanting it.
Thanks?
"Actually, I don't mind you taking a close-up shot and sending him a copy," Li Qiyu said with a mischievous smile.
