Yan Ye squinted his eyes open to see his wife, with her hair messy and her face serious.
The first thing after waking up is to ask about another woman, Yan Ye's expression was clearly displeased.
He didn't want to address her question, didn't want to engage in this topic.
"Speak up! If you don't, I'll take your phone." Lian Xinying sat straddling Yan Ye, threatening him.
Yan Ye detested threats the most, so right after Lian Xinying uttered hers, he simply took his phone and handed it to her.
Anyway, Yan Ye habitually deletes the records on his phone.
Even if Lian Xinying searched, she wouldn't find anything.
Lian Xinying took the phone from his hand and checked the call log, but it was empty.
She felt a sudden surge of anger inside.
He deletes things quickly.
"Don't think just because you deleted the records I won't find a way!" Lian Xinying spoke word by word, through gritted teeth.
Yan Ye raised his sword-shaped eyebrows indifferently.
What kind of splash can she make?
