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"Okay." Jiang Yao did not feel too bad about reading the information, so she nodded and agreed to his request.

Lu Xingzhi said, "You have to do whatever I ask you to do tonight. You can't go back on your words."

"Why are you so childish?" Jiang Yao muttered as she glanced at Lu Xingzhi.

Lu Xingzhi did not explain. He took her phone and turned around. He did not show it to Jiang Yao. Then, he typed on the phone and quickly returned the phone to Jiang Yao in a few seconds.

"What did you send?"

When Jiang Yao took the phone, it was already on the main screen. She was curious and wanted to read the message, but Lu Xingzhi took the phone away the next second.

"There's nothing to see."

Lu Xingzhi deliberately stuffed Jiang Yao's phone into the gap between the sofa. Then, he carried Jiang Yao away. "Go to the kitchen. I'll make you a glass of milk."