Could Qiaoqiao possibly not understand him? So, seeing his tightly pursed lips, she reached out her hand, "Give me the phone."
Song Boyuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and placed it in Jing Qiao's hand.
Jing Qiao clicked on the screen and saw the password interface. She gently bit her lip, lifted her eyes to glance at Song Boyuan, and he looked back at her with a calm gaze.
Jing Qiao silently took a breath and lightly entered a few digits on the screen.
The screen instantly unlocked.
Almost all of his passwords were her birthday, and if not, then it definitely was their wedding day.
He didn't mind her looking through his phone; she could see anything she wanted, and if she really desired to take any business secrets, she could take them all.
To her, Song Boyuan had no defenses.
Jing Qiao's fingertips were somewhat whitened from the pressure, and she paused for a few seconds before opening Song Boyuan's WeChat.
