On the other end of the phone call, Wu Meifang saw Liu Mang and was already petrified, staring at him motionless through the screen.
Liu Mang carefully inspected Lu Mengyao's phone.
Looking straight at Wu Meifang, the more Liu Mang looked, the prettier he found her, especially her bright eyes, which were particularly charming, "Wife, you're using Sister Meifang as your phone wallpaper? This photo is quite nice. Wife, how did you take it candidly?"
While speaking, Liu Mang noticed something odd—the photo seemed not to be still, it moved! "How strange, how can a photo move, and even blinked?"
"Move my ass!" Lu Mengyao roared, snatching back her phone, "Crap, why is the call still not disconnected? You never hung up, so did you see and hear everything just now? I hate you so much, Mom."
Liu Mang's ears perked up, "Wife, what are you talking about, were you on a video call just now?"
Lu Mengyao gritted her teeth and said, "What else did you think?" Liu Mang, you've doomed me.
