Tong Ran was shocked and quickly rushed to the window, trying to retrieve her phone. "Mo Nanjue, have you lost your mind?!"
But the phone had already flown out, the white object rolled a couple of times on the road, and just when it finally stopped, a speeding truck ran right over it, crushing it into pieces—
Crunch!
Tong Ran could even clearly hear the sound of the phone being crushed.
"Sit properly."
Inside the car, Mo Nanjue pulled her arm, bringing her back from the window to the seat, and said coldly, "Don't you know it's dangerous to do that while the car is moving?"
"You—" Tong Ran glared at him, grinding her teeth, so angry she could barely speak, "Mo Nanjue, do you have a habit of throwing other people's things?!"
Her pocket watch had been thrown away, her phone had been thrown away, and some other things she liked, he could also just casually toss out, never with her consent!
Her things, why did he feel he could just throw them away willy-nilly?!