Ran Yu was also startled.
Turning around, she saw Lu Ziheng sitting there with one leg stretched out and the other slightly bent, half-squinting with a slightly annoyed expression.
That look... lazy but dangerous.
"What are you doing?" Ran Yu asked.
Lu Ziheng just lifted his hand.
Then Ran Yu noticed her mobile phone in his hand.
"Why do you have my phone?" Ran Yu immediately asked.
Lu Ziheng chuckled, "10 questions for 2000 yuan?"
Ran Yu's eyes widened, then... "Fuck, you snooped through my phone?!"
She reached out to snatch it back, but he caught her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
Trying to struggle, Lu Ziheng tightened his grip, his voice low and deliberate in her ear, "You also took 10 red envelopes earlier, each one worth 100 yuan, adding up to 2000 yuan. With this time included, you've made a private transaction of 4000 yuan in private money with Asheng, hmm?"
Ran Yu: "..."
