Fu Youhan just stared at Jiang Moxi, his eyes harboring no intention to avoid hers.
That scorching gaze made Jiang Moxi feel as though her entire face was on fire.
"Why do you care? Give me my phone back," she snapped, trying to snatch the phone from Fu Youhan's hands.
But Fu Youhan simply raised the phone high, out of Jiang Moxi's reach even when she stood on her tiptoes, and took the opportunity to pull her into his arms.
"Aren't you the one who called me your distant uncle? Then I should take care of you!"
Because he also purposely leaned close to Jiang Moxi's face, she could see the clearly defined eyelashes of the man and the dark scrutiny in his eyes.
His voice was much hoarser, as if carrying invisible hooks, inadvertently stirring emotions.
As the man's lips drew nearer to hers, Jiang Moxi quickly pushed him away.
Pushed back, Fu Youhan then examined the photos Jiang Moxi had just taken.
"Don't look at such things, you'll get sty in your eyes."
