Liang Chen had always thought of Jing Haohao as nothing more than a petty, clever but delicate woman, so he really hadn't been on guard against her. Now, with Jing Haohao acting out so suddenly, it caused him to stagger back a couple of steps; his mobile phone was taken from his hand and he even felt a hot pain on the back of his hand. Lowering his head, he saw several random scratches blooming, anger flared up in his heart. Without thinking, he reached out to Jing Haohao, demanding, "Give back my phone!"
"No!" Jing Haohao screamed, quickly moving back and hiding the mobile phone behind her.
"Won't give it back to me?" Liang Chen sneered, his voice instantly turned cold, sharp as a knife: "Then I'll dial his number and tell him that you're with me now."
As he spoke, Liang Chen pulled his own phone out of his pocket.
