Fu Jinghen turned his head to take a look and said, "The second folder, the pink one, isn't it for editing pictures?"
Wen Qiao said without lifting her head, "Yes, but the filters in that app are not very nice."
"..."
How can girls make even photo editing apps so complicated?
Fu Jinghen never kept secrets from Wen Qiao—his phone and computer were free for her to look through. Wen Qiao, on the other hand, rarely checked his phone, only occasionally using it to play games when her own phone was out of battery. However, every time Fu Jinghen's phone went around in Wen Qiao's hands and came back to his, it tended to have a few new apps he'd never use.
Just for photo taking and editing, his phone already has no fewer than ten apps.
Thinking about this, Fu Jinghen felt he might need to get a phone with more storage space to withstand Wen Qiao's tinkering.
After downloading the app, Wen Qiao imported the photos, trying each filter one by one.
