Wen Nuan had intended to listen to his explanation, but upon hearing Ye Feimo's accusatory tone, she immediately stood up. "Ye Feimo, what right do you have to question me? Who needs to explain here? Are you implying I'm wrong just because you're acting so self-righteous?"
Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes, his dangerous gaze fixed on her. "You read my messages?"
"You're the one who told me to answer the phone. If I had picked up, Han Bi would have told me anyway. Besides, I didn't mean to open your messages; your phone's touch sensitivity is too good, and I accidentally opened it. Forget it, I'm not explaining anything to you. Anyway, I won't pry into your privacy anymore. That's it. I'm tired, and you don't need to explain either." Wen Nuan was truly angry. She threw her textbook down, intending to leave.
Ye Feimo grabbed her arm. Wen Nuan struggled, but he held her even tighter. Wen Nuan said with suppressed anger, "Let go!"
