Lu Beicheng spread his hand in front of Gu Nanyan coldly, this time without saying a word.
Gu Nanyan slowly moved away from the door frame, stood up straight, and her smile gradually faded.
When the last trace of smile fixed on her face, Gu Nanyan said, "Lu Beicheng, given our relationship, you have no right to look at my phone."
Lu Beicheng's gaze darkened and became dangerous, bit by bit.
It was like a tiger that had gathered enough strength and was just waiting to burst out the next second.
After Gu Nanyan finished speaking, she brushed past him, and Lu Beicheng reached out and grabbed her tightly.
Gu Nanyan's arm hurt from his grasp, and when she turned to look at Lu Beicheng, his usual gentle face showed no trace of warmth, only chillness.
Gu Nanyan still spoke lightly, "Jealous?"
Lu Beicheng yanked her arm, and Gu Nanyan, reacting quickly, turned around and tossed her phone carelessly into the toilet.