Flinching awkwardly, Yin Anran quickly hid her phone behind her.

“Give it to me,” Qin Jinhuan said sternly as he put his hand out.

“I’m really hungry, Jinhuan.”

She tried changing the subject again, but this time, Qin Jinhuan didn’t let her get away with it. Instead, he held her hands down roughly and snatched the phone away from her.

“Jinhuan!”

Qin Jinhuan pushed her hands away when she tried to grab the phone. ...