Jin Mo grabbed his arm and jumped a few times but still couldn't reach it, and said with a sullen face, "Give it to me!"
Tang Yan raised the phone, pinched her chin with the other hand, and looked down at her with a light smile, "Don't want to ride in my car?"
"I don't want to!" Jin Mo suddenly felt stubborn.
Tang Yan didn't get angry; he considered it a spice in the relationship, and he particularly loved to see Jin Mo's frustrated expression, which also displayed a kind of helplessness as if she had no other options.
Seeing Tang Yan loosen his grip somewhat, Jin Mo tried to snatch it again, but it was still a long distance away.
Tang Yan simply put the phone in his inner pocket and walked ahead on his own, with Jin Mo bobbing along behind him.
"Tang Yan, give it back to me!"
"Get it yourself."
Tang Yan spread his arms, and Jin Mo, huffing angrily, rushed over, and pulling open his clothes, she reached inside only to find nothing but his firm chest.
"You tricked me!"
