Ruan Qi saw the mobile phone on his selfie stick and spoke with difficulty, "Little Doggie, what is your phone doing?"
"...Video call."
Ruan Qi took a deep breath, "With whom?"
Nie Heng was silent for a second, looked at her with sympathy, "Master."
"..."
Is it illegal to personally attack one's junior martial brother?
In an instant, Ruan Qi thought of a hundred and eight ways to slaughter the dog. She ground her teeth and, bracing herself, gave Nie Heng's phone a smile uglier than crying.
"Master, good evening..."
"Good evening my ass!!!" The man's furious voice came raging like an icy blizzard.
Ruan Qi only heard a 'clang' as Nie Heng, holding the selfie stick, shuddered violently.
"Master, please calm down, the table is innocent..."
The man in the video casually kicked away the table that had split in two and nonchalantly tossed a large watermelon knife onto the sofa.
"Xiao Qizi, who is that man beside you!"
"Boy...boyfriend..."
Clang!
