An Lin had no control at all.
Qin Mu domineeringly deleted two photos, and after he finished, he snatched the phone from her hand and took two selfies for them.
"So ugly."
An Lin's expression was stiff, without a trace of a smile.
Qin Mu's lips curled slightly, a light smile on his face. The stone wall in the background added a special touch to the photo, "I think it's great. When we develop it, we'll put it in your hiking album."
An Lin glared at him, snatched back the phone, and freed herself from his grasp, "Why aren't Ranran and Mo Xiuchen up yet? They won't be coming, right?"
She glanced back, but among the tourists coming up one by one, there was no sign of Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran.
Qin Mu confidently said, "They'll definitely come. Xiuchen seldom gets a chance to spend time alone with Ranran. He's surely not in a hurry. By the time they reach the top, it'll probably be afternoon."
