Otherwise, You'll Put This Matter on Me
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
However, Wen Jin didn't press Yu Anwan to return the phone.
Yu Anwan lowered her head, playing with Wen Jin's phone. The screen remained on the call log, which was somewhat glaring. All calls, except for Lu Nanxin, whose name was marked.
"What's your intention now?" Wen Jin responded calmly, seemingly unaffected by Yu Anwan's attitude. Even in, this scene, Wen Jin remained as composed as a mountain. Yu Anwan couldn't help but admire Wen Jin's exceptional mental fortitude.
"Why haven't you added anyone to your contacts, but you've labeled Lu Nanxin?" Yu Anwan was direct. At this point, she had shed all pretenses.
Coincidentally, just as Yu Anwan finished her question, the car stopped at a traffic light.
Wen Jin effortlessly took the phone back from Yu Anwan.
Yu Anwan was left speechless.
Haha.
Just a second ago, she was still saying that President Wen had suddenly learned how to behave.