Qin Qingnan was originally checking in secret, but his movements still caught the attention of the exceptionally sensitive Zhan Moxiao, who suddenly ordered him, "What were you looking at? Hand it over!"
Qin Qingnan locked the phone screen and stuffed it into his pocket, "Nothing, it's none of your business, it's a personal matter."
Zhan Moxiao clearly didn't believe him, and with his remarkable agility, he snatched the phone directly from Qin Qingnan's pocket before Qin could even react.
Zhan Moxiao, holding the phone in front of Qin Qingnan, commanded coldly, "Unlock it."
Qin Qingnan looked at him uncomfortably, "I told you, it's nothing to do with you; you can't pry into my secrets."
Zhan Moxiao, his emotions violently stirring and his eyes a crimson hue, said, "Qin Qingnan, do you fucking think I'm a three-year-old? I'm sure, the stuff you were just looking at is about my Lanlan, pull it up now!"
