"Give me back my bag, I want to go back now!" Ye Anran suddenly felt indifferent, thinking that torturing Bo Youlin was no longer interesting.
At this moment, she just wanted to go home and cuddle with her Second Young Master Bo, to enjoy some affectionate time.
On such a New Year's Eve, only being with him feels perfectly satisfying and truly happy.
"You delete the recording!"
"Give it to me!" Ye Anran reached out for her bag, but Bo Youlin took advantage of the moment and snatched the phone from her hand.
Ye Anran wasn't actually afraid of him snatching it away, watching him grab her phone and fearfully running several steps to the side, afraid she would snatch it back.
She silently clenched her bag and looked at him.
Her phone usually had a simple password, and for the sake of memory, she hadn't changed it in centuries.
Thus, Bo Youlin easily unlocked her phone, he looked up at her with a joyful smile: "Your phone still has the original password."
Ye Anran: "..."
