Song Yan was rendered speechless once again.
She could never have imagined that after confronting heaven, earth, and the air itself, she would meet someone like Gu Chenxiao, against whom she also could not prevail.
"What's the matter? Run out of things to say?" Gu Chenxiao raised an eyebrow.
Song Yan, feeling irritated, swatted his hand away, unwilling to bring up the past again.
"I can't be bothered to waste words with you."
"Good, because I'm not particularly in the mood to talk today either," Gu Chenxiao said as his hand slid into his pocket, "but suddenly I'm very interested, and I've decided to take a direct look."
Song Yan was alarmed.
Seeing his movement, she almost instinctively lunged at him, reaching for the phone without hesitation.
He had just put the phone in his pocket.
So, if reasoning failed, then a forceful grab was the only option left.
Gu Chenxiao seemed unprepared for her direct assault, and her forceful push made him step backward.
