Shen Yanhe's fingers deftly spun the phone in her hand in a circle, grasping it securely in her palm, and she took a step back.
Fu Yu's hand grasped at empty air.
By reaching out her hand like that, she had essentially confessed without being coerced.
The corners of Shen Yanhe's mouth curled up in a mocking smile as she looked at Fu Yu, "Are you trying to snatch my phone?"
The gazes of the guests present turned meaningful as they looked toward Fu Yu.
Qi Yunqian's face turned ugly as he looked at Fu Yu, his hand clenched tightly into a fist, "Fu Yu, what were you trying to do just now?"
Fu Yu's complexion changed again and again, and after glaring at Shen Yanhe hatefully, she looked pitifully at him and coughed weakly twice, arguing in an urgent tone, "I didn't want Brother Yunqian to see the video."
"Shen Yanhe and Song Shiwei are close friends; the video she recorded must be biased. Brother Yunqian, I..."
