Li San noticed something off, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and disdainfully tossed the earbuds onto the table, "Hand."
"What hand?" Nan Xin was momentarily caught off guard and instinctively craned her neck to look in the direction of Xiao Yehui and Margaret.
Li San pursed his lips in displeasure and pulled her hand over, gripping it tightly, "With a woman like Xi Luo, if her friend were a little white rabbit, she'd be dead by now. Have you seen a little white rabbit carrying a listening device?"
Nan Xin looked speechlessly at Li San, her gaze falling on his hand as she tugged it back, "Let go, it's hot."
"Save the audio and send it to Qiaoqiao as soon as possible."
Nan Xin tried several times but couldn't pull her hand back, so she furrowed her brows and pinched the back of his hand hard, "I need to use the computer, let go."
Li San winced in pain, squinted at Nan Xin with his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, "Who taught you to hit people every day?"
