C19 Distracted

She lowered her head and kept sending messages with her phone, her cold eyes showing a hint of impatience. Her fingers pressed very quickly. In Tang Qingyu's eyes, she sent a message almost every minute.

"Who are you chatting with?" Tang Qingyu looked at Su Nuanqing's side profile and asked, "It seems like you are not in a good mood."

Su Nuanqing lifted her eyelids and looked at him. She said