Qiao Mengtong glanced down at her coffee-stained dress and quickly averted her gaze.
Right now, she couldn't care less about that, her sole focus was on seizing the mobile phone from Qiao Jing's hands.
She didn't know how that bitch Qiao Jing managed to erase her album and transfer it to her own phone, but those photos absolutely couldn't be exposed!
Seeing that Qiao Jing had already left her seat, Qiao Mengtong hurriedly got up, reaching out to snatch the phone again.
Qiao Jing casually sidestepped, easily dodging Qiao Mengtong's hands and causing her to lunge at nothing several times.
"Don't bother wasting your energy."
She didn't even need to move much to easily evade; Qiao Mengtong would definitely end up face-planting if she kept this up.
Biting her lip, Qiao Mengtong saw that no matter what, she couldn't catch Qiao Jing's hand; provoked by that remark, she lunged with her whole body at the other woman.
If she could just tackle Qiao Jing, she could take the phone!
