Wen Nuan was originally willing to hear his explanation, but once she heard Ye Feimo's interrogative tone, she immediately stood up, "Ye Feimo, by what right do you interrogate me? Who needs to explain now? You come questioning me as if I'm the one who made a mistake?"
Ye Feimo narrowed his eyes, his dangerous gaze locking onto her, "Did you read my message?"
"It was you who asked me to answer the phone. If I had answered, Han Bi would have told me anyway. Besides, I didn't mean to read your message, it's just that your phone's sensor is too sensitive, and it opened accidentally. Forget it, I won't explain to you. In any case, I won't pry into your privacy anymore. That's it, I'm tired, and you don't need to explain either." Wen Nuan was angered, dropping her textbook and preparing to leave.
Ye Feimo grabbed her arm; Wen Nuan struggled, but he held on even tighter, causing Wen Nuan to become slightly angry, "Let go!"