Inside the Lincoln, Lu Qing wore a cold expression, his laptop resting on his lap, fingers flying over the keyboard as if handling business affairs.
Qin Miaomiao toyed with her phone and, when scrolling through her feed, saw that Jin Jing had posted a still of Jiaojiao from a drama. Unable to resist, she liked the post and commented:
"No one can compare to my Jiaojiao—absolutely drop-dead gorgeous! Screen-licking material, mwah mwah!"
She had barely hit send when her phone was suddenly snatched away. Lu Qing sneered. "Your Jiaojiao? Mwah mwah?"
Qin Miaomiao glared at him. "You can't just grab my phone without asking! Give it back right now!"
Lu Qing's aura turned icy, a barely contained fury radiating from him as if he might crush the phone in his grip.
"Lu Qing, calm down!"
Lu Qing had never found a woman so irritating before. He deliberately zoomed in on the photo, pointed at it, and scoffed derisively:
