A Longing
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Xia Ning frowned at Zheng Haodong, who had snatched her phone away. "Give it back!"
"Let me guess who it was from." Zheng Haodong waved her phone in front of her face. "The number doesn't come with a name and it's from S City."
The look in Xia Ning's eyes grew stern. Keeping her gaze on Zheng Haodong, she said in a threatening tone. "Zheng Haodong, you have no right to meddle with my personal affairs. Give my phone back. I'm leaving."
"You really don't want to see me, huh?" Staring at Xia Ning, Zheng Haodong closed in on her, forcing her to back into a corner.
"What do you want from me?" Xia Ning looked alarmed.
Zheng Haodong sneered at her. "What do you think?" He tried to touch Xia Ning's face again, but she moved away from his hand and caught him by his wrist.