Su Xiaoli and Qin Yihan fixed their gaze and then discovered that the sound was caused by Tang Luoluo smashing a wine bottle on the ground.
At this moment, Tang Luoluo, dressed in a qipao, was anything but gentle and elegant as she stood with one foot on the coffee table, holding a wine bottle, and glaring at Rong Lin with a fierce momentum, "Give me back my phone, damn it!"
Rong Lin held Tang Luoluo's phone in his hand, frowning at the sight of the edge of the underwear that became visible due to her excessive movement, and a hint of irritation flashed across his face, "Get your leg off the coffee table first."
This woman, does she not know the meaning of shame?
Tang Luoluo furrowed her brows, looked down at her current action, and far from stopping, she brazenly lifted the hem of her qipao, "I'm not naked, what's it to you?"
A vein on Rong Lin's forehead couldn't help but twitch as he turned his face away, "You, woman!"
