"Lin Qiang, what's the meaning of this?!" Huang Hui immediately shot back, her voice laced with anger.
Lin Qiang, however, offered a beaming smile and said placatingly, "Huihui, don't be nervous. Just let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain," Huang Hui said, turning to leave.
But Lin Qiang grabbed her wrist and pulled out his phone, threatening, "Don't forget, I have our entire chat history on my phone, from the day we met to all our flirting."
"That's bullshit! When did I ever flirt with you?!" Huang Hui fumed. "Let go of me right now, or I'll report you for assault."
"I don't know if *I* would call these chats flirtatious, but if I showed them to your boyfriend, what do you think *he'd* call them?" Lin Qiang's eyes glinted with cunning, like a sly, calculating fox.
Huang Hui's face flushed red. "You! How could you be like this? What do you want?"
"I just want you to sit down and listen to me for a minute," Lin Qiang explained calmly.
