C45 It Was a Trap

Moo Nuannuan raised her head in surprise, gazing at Mu Jiachen before glancing back at the touch screen in her hand. "You bought this?" There was a cautiousness laced around her voice as her fingers trailed down the screen.

"You wish." He rolled his eyes. "My cousin bought it for you."

Her glare hardened. "As if I'd accept it if it was from you," she snapped