Chen Yiran's mind wandered for a moment before he realized that he had been tricked by Tianxin.
He couldn't help but shake his head in resignation, and told Tianxin, "You, you're just playing these little tricks."
"Heh, whether it's little tricks or profound wisdom, as long as it can defeat Chen Yiran, it's useful!" Tianxin said smugly to Chen Yiran. She then lowered her head to check his phone, hoping to find the audio clip he had just recorded.
"But it's a pity..." Chen Yiran's voice suddenly became softer. He then leaned over Tianxin, grabbing her wrists and raising them above her head. Without much effort, he retrieved his phone from her and chuckled, "It's a pity that you still can't win against me."
"You…" Tianxin, trapped beneath Chen Yiran who had an absolute advantage, struggled to free herself. Then, she let out a frustrated outcry, "Shameless! Despicable! Lowly! You can't cheat like this, you should have tried to trick the phone from me instead!"
