Her eyes went wide with disbelief. 'Wait, when did he learn my password?'
But Wen Qian quickly figured it out. She had never tried to hide her phone from Yin Zhi, always entering her password right in front of him.
He probably didn't just know her screen lock password; he likely knew her bank balance down to the last digit.
"What are you doing with my phone?" She leaned in, curious to see what sort of mischief he was up to.
But the next second, Wen Qian's face flushed red as she scrambled to snatch the phone from his hands. She had to admit, the moment the background music started playing, she was dying of embarrassment.
Yin Zhi held the phone up high, deliberately showing her the screen.
On the screen, a blindfolded man in an outfit that was better left unworn swayed his hips, beckoned with a finger, and danced passionately.
Sweat trickled down the man's sharp jawline, followed by a husky "sister" that escaped his lips.
