C1272 Being Threatened

Mo Junzheng did not have much patience. When he saw Yao Xinxin's arrogant look, he waved the phone in his hand and smiled devilishly at Yao Xinxin.

"Xin, do you know what is the most in my phone?" As he spoke, he moved closer to her ear, "It's that pretty girl of yours. "

"You. . . " Yao Xinxin clenched her teeth and waved her hand to slap him.

However, he held her back with his hand