His low voice read out each sentence with crystalline clarity.
Then, without any attempt to hide the mockery and disdain in his eyes,
he laughed coldly and unapologetically tapped on the symbol in the top-right corner—block.
Yao Qing, "?"
Having witnessed the entire process, she sat on the sofa for half a minute without snapping back to reality.
Once she did, she directly snatched the phone from his hand.
"What are you doing!?"
Yu Yanshen exhibited none of the modesty or embarrassment one would have after committing a misdeed or a mistake; instead, he looked at her as if he had just donated eighty million to the children in the mountainous areas.
And she felt like one of those children who received the donation.
"Fo Zi'ang treated you so poorly before, doesn't keeping his WeChat hurt your eyes or make you anxious?"
"He's my boss!"
The disdain brimming in Yu Yanshen's eyes became even more concentrated.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Is that so? I am also your—"
