Imagining a Cat Washing Dishes

Jiang Zhihan saw that the person in front of him was suddenly in low spirits. He then looked at the person's phone screen curiously.

On the screen, 70% of the photo was black.

Jiang Zhihan glanced at the lights on the deck. At the same time, the smile in his eyes deepened as he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm-"

Song Qingyou suddenly raised her head and switched off her phone, trying to cover it up.

"I wanted to take a photo of the sunset just now, but I didn't have time."

"Ahem, we haven't gone to our rooms yet, how about-"

Halfway through her sentence, her phone rang in her pocket.

It was He Yuchi.

However, when the call connected, An Sui's voice came from the other end.

"Xiao He, what are you doing sneaking around?"

"It's nothing!"

He Yuchi seemed to be frightened.

"He Yuchi?" Song Qingyou was confused.

Her voice reached An Sui and the others through He Yuchi's hands-free phone.