Ye Shaohua took a deep breath.
Shen Han watched Mo Yunchuan, who had said he wanted to treat him to a meal but then ignored him, and didn't want to pay attention to him. However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Shaohua's steps falter.
He was about to ask what was wrong when he was bumped into by the hurriedly entering Mo Yunsen.
"Brother... Brother... It's not good, look at the internet... uh, Shaohua, you're here too?" Mo Yunsen had something to say, but when he saw Ye Shaohua next to Mo Yunchuan, he suddenly hit the brakes.
Mo Yunsen didn't want Ye Shaohua to know about the messy things on the internet.
Too troubling.
"Give me your phone." Ye Shaohua folded the paper full of formulas in her hand, stuffed it into her pocket, and then looked toward Mo Yunsen.
Mo Yunsen subconsciously hid his phone behind his back.
Ye Shaohua gave him a glance and repeated, "Give me your phone."