Liu Chang'an held his phone up high. Bai Hui jumped and bounced but still could not reach it, only bumping into Liu Chang'an several times. Fortunately, Liu Chang'an was immensely strong and steady in both body and mind, remaining completely unmoved.
Liu Chang'an took a tissue, wiped his mouth, then crumpled it into a ball and showed it to Zhu Juntang. Zhu Juntang's eyes widened as she silently mouthed, "You rotten old man!"
At that moment, his hand lowered a little, and Bai Hui finally snatched the phone. She hurriedly clutched it and ran to the side, but the screen had already gone dark. Unable to unlock it, she could not get another good look at that nonsense.
"Zhu Juntang made a fortune-telling app where she can input whatever she wants, and you believed it?" Liu Chang'an pressed a hand onto Bai Hui's head, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
A young girl's affection was like a tender sprout poking out of the earth in March, nourished by spring waters—timid and astringent, trembling at the slightest wind or rain, its leaves shattered and stalk broken before it could truly sprout and grow.
Even if he was not suited to return her feelings, there was no reason to stand by and watch her be mocked, letting the secret she had hidden out of restraint and shyness be exposed for others to point at and gossip over.
"So that's what it was!" Bai Hui suddenly understood. The flush on her cheeks and the tension in her eyes faded considerably as she glared indignantly at Zhu Juntang.
That made sense... No matter how impressive some model or program was, could it possibly read minds? This was beyond mind-reading—it was practically searching through Bai Hui's memories!
Zhu Juntang casually took back her phone,