The already fair skin became almost translucent under the sunlight, even the capillaries beneath could be seen clearly.
As soon as Qiao An arrived, Xia Lin avoided her.
When Mu Jingxi saw her, his first reaction was to put out his cigarette; she didn't like the smell of smoke.
Just like Little Nuomi, who still had a keen dog nose.
Qiao An spread out her hand, "Give me the phone."
Mu Jingxi was confused, his face still somewhat gloomy, obviously not yet over his anger.
The first thing she did was ask for his phone, and instinctively, he wanted to refuse.
However, seeing her expressionless face and tightly pressed lips, he thought for a moment and handed her the phone.
She unlocked it with his fingerprint, opened the camera, and took a few selfies.
Then, she stuffed the phone back into his hand heavily.
Mu Jingxi was clueless; what was she doing?
