Qian Yikun had just gone in to put the children down. He was worried about Mo Fei that he came out to check on her. He did not expect her to be so frightened just because he called her.
That was Mo Fei, and she was shocked witless.
Physiological reactions could not lie. The beads of sweat on her forehead and her current reaction were the most direct proof that she was truly shocked.
Mo Fei gripped her hands together, feeling the powerlessness in both hands. She tried her best to take a few deep breaths, and her eyes that initially refused to focus were filled with sudden anger. "What are you doing?"
Before she could finish her sentence, Qian Yikun had already reached for her phone. As Mo Fei resisted, he locked his arm around her neck and used his other arm to slice across the screen of her phone. Then, he saw the message on the screen that she had yet to exit.
"Who's this?" Qian Yikun continued to restrain her neck, stopping her from struggling.
