"Knowing you're unlikeable, yet you still come up to be an annoyance, you say one thing and do another, you're the ghost and the god, absolutely nauseating."
Yang Yuran cursed into the phone, and as she looked up, she noticed Qin Muyu holding her breakfast as he walked out of the kitchen.
Feigning a pained smile, ready to flee, "You eat first, I have to take a call."
"Finish eating then take it, the other person won't die if you keep them waiting a little while."
Qin Muyu snatched Yang Yuran's phone and slid it into the pocket of his tailored trousers.
Yang Yuran stood up to snatch it back, but the thought passed as quickly as it came, and she sat back down on the dining chair.
Grabbing back and forth was too suggestive, she had long since installed monitoring software on the computer for Zhou Yuanyuan at home.
Zhou Yuanyuan vowed never to watch, but a woman's heart is more unpredictable than the clouds in the sky.
