The mirror on the table perfectly reflected the scene on the sofa, and through it, Wen Qiao saw Fu Jinghen fiddling with his phone.
The next second, the man looked up, his eyes accurately meeting her gaze through the mirror.
Caught spying, Wen Qiao instinctively wanted to look away. Her eyes moved away momentarily but then returned to boldly meet Fu Jinghen's eyes in the mirror.
However, after watching for a short while, the man lowered his head again, focusing on his phone.
Based on the mirror's reflection, the screen on Fu Jinghen's phone was displaying the WeChat interface.
Wen Qiao's expression involuntarily hardened.
Who is he chatting with, some little fairy?
Just as the thought arose, Fu Jinghen looked up again, and at the same time, Wen Qiao noticed her phone screen on the table light up from the corner of her eye.
Looking back into the mirror, Fu Jinghen was eagerly watching her.
It seems that the little fairy he's chatting with is probably her.
