Is he really looking forward to it that much?(2)

What was in the phone that made him so focused?

Mu Xiaoxiao was curious. She propped herself up and stretched her neck, trying to see what he was looking at.

However, Yin Shaojie moved the screen to the other side, not letting her see it.

Mu Xiaoxiao pouted.

He didn't even let her see his phone.

"Hey, Yin Shaojie!"

Mu Xiaoxiao grabbed his arm this time, but his muscles were too hard for her to move.

She lowered her head and looked at his arm. She was so angry that she wanted to bite him.

Fortunately, she was still rational. If she bit him, she would be the one in pain. Why should she make things difficult for herself?

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly turned.

She pursed her lips and snickered. She sat up and pressed her upper body tightly against him, as if she wanted to rub herself into his body.

"Yin Shaojie, Yin Shaojie, Yin Shaojie, I've called you so many times. Let me tell you, if you ignore me after I call you ten times, I'll ignore you."