Huo Siyuan, who stood over six feet tall, held her small phone high above his head.
She was much shorter than him and pregnant, unable to snatch anything from his hands.
He tried to gently persuade her in a low voice.
She looked up at him, her anxious eyes gradually turning to panic and unease.
"Brother Siyuan, please give me the phone! I beg you, no matter what's on the video, I want to see it..."
Her voice trembled.
If Huo Siyuan forcibly prevented her from seeing the phone, it meant there must be something terrifying on it.
She didn't dare to think deeply; she was very scared, very panic-stricken.
"Qiqi, Qiqi, look at me. You have two more months until you give birth. How about I show it to you after the baby is born?"
Huo Siyuan looked at Li Jiaqi's wounded eyes, and his heart ached even more.
