There was constant air-conditioning drifting down from the top of the cold storage. Song Xiang and Yan Han were confronting each other, with no intention of giving in.
"Mr. Yan, the mobile phone is a personal item."
"I just intend to invade your privacy."
Song Xiang: "..."
"Bring it here." Yan Han stretched out his hand again.
Song Xiang backed away with the fruit in his arms, trying to negotiate, "It's hard for us to live in peace with you like this."
Yan Yanhan snorted, "It's really a blind date."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and said, "That's not the case. At this stage, I just want to make friends."
"With whom?" Yan Han walked forward.
Song Xiang: "...No comment."
hehe.
Two seemingly calm sneers.
Yan Han put one hand in his pocket and suddenly gave way, "Then let's go."
Song Xiang glanced up and asked, "Do you know the password?"
"I don't know." Yan Han said angrily.
Song Xiang was speechless. This person was so childish sometimes. He looked like he was giving way, but in fact he didn't give way at all.
She put down the fruit and walked to the steps, "Aren't you cold?"
The temperature in the refrigerated area is around 3 degrees Celsius, which won’t kill anyone, but it’s definitely not uncomfortable, especially for those who are weak due to severe cold.
Yan Han: "It's not cold!"
whispering sound.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes, "But I'm cold, could you please open the door?"
Yan Han: "I don't know the password."
Gee, why are you acting like a naughty child?
Song Xiang was speechless and took two more steps up the steps. After making sure she was within a safe range, she took out her mobile phone and called Yan Song.
While he was looking for the number, Yan Han suddenly caught a glimpse of her movements, then he stepped forward in three steps and grabbed her phone directly.
Song Xiang was shocked and hid the phone behind him before the number was dialed.
Yan Han grabbed her and grabbed the phone very roughly.
"Severe cold!"
Song Xiang tried her best to hide her cell phone, but she didn't dare to struggle too much. If the wound opened due to severe cold, she would die even ten times.
However, this person was so smart that he seemed to be competing with her and had to compete with her for what she was holding.
In desperation, Song Xiang loosened his grip.
A series of crashes.
The mobile phone was knocked down from the steps several times, and finally it lay on the cold ground.
Song Xiang and Yan Han's movements also stopped instantly.
Both of them were panting and their clothes were wrinkled.
Song Xiang gasped and said: "You have to pay me a mobile phone!"
Yan Lenghuan hummed, let go of her first, then turned around and went down the steps to get it.
Song Xiang was speechless and didn't understand where his obsession came from. She was tired of tossing and didn't want to move.
Yan Han got the phone, opened it and saw that the screen was broken and turned black.
Song Xiang stood on top and watched, and couldn't help but let out a sigh in her heart.
"Mr. Yan, do I have to pay for this phone?"
Yan Han raised his head, glared at her fiercely, and then walked up the steps with his cell phone.
He quickly opened the electronic lock of the cold storage and walked away.
Song Xiang followed behind with a grimace on his face and said he didn't know the password!
Both of them looked bad and walked to the ground. Yan Han threw his phone to Yan Song.
"Go fix it."
Song Xiang was shocked, but she didn't expect him to give up.
She stopped and said to Yan Song: "No need to repair it, I'll buy a new one myself."
Yan Song smiled slightly, took his cell phone and left.
Song Xiang: "..."
She put her hands on her hips, breathed a sigh of relief, and kept up with Yan Han's pace. She originally wanted to talk to him, but this guy slammed the door directly.