"Qu Min, give it back to me!" Tan Qing looked at Qu Min grabbing the phone and running off, and hurriedly chased after her. Qu Min turned around and opened a room door, closing it behind her.
Looking at the latest message showing the two words "Nuannuan," and words full of gentle concern, Qu Min bit her teeth tightly and yanked the door open, her voice filled with jealousy: "She's called Nuannuan? Ha! So affectionate, why don't you call me Minmin? Tan Qing, tell me, where is she?"
"What's it got to do with you?" Tan Qing snatched the phone back and snorted heavily: "Qu Min, my affairs are never yours to meddle in!"
"You!"
Qu Min stomped her foot in frustration, looking at his equally angry eyes. Then she softened, tears welling in her eyes: "Qing, in what way is she better than me?"
"There's no comparison!"
