Vixen
Editor: Atlas Studios
Nan Zhi saw that her phone was in Mu Sihan's hands and her heart pounded in her chest, so fast, it was like it was trying to break through and leap out.
Cold sweat formed on her forehead and she swallowed in some form of lingering trepidation.
She did not know what she was afraid of.
It seemed that she was always very cautious and tense in front of Mu Sihan, afraid that she would trigger his anger.
Mu Sihan did not have the habit of looking through people's phones. Although he took her phone without warning, he did not look down at all. When he saw that she had her head lowered and did not try to snatch back the phone, his cold features softened and he returned the phone to her. "I think you wouldn't dare to look for a wild man behind my back!"
Such confidence and conceit!
Nan Zhi opened her mouth but she did not know what to say.