"Where's your phone?" Qiao Jingchen asked threateningly.
"In the suit pocket." He had no choice but to tell the truth.
Qiao Jingchen's other hand reached for the phone, but the hand holding Zhuang Yuezhou didn't let go.
After seeing the phone, Qiao Jingchen glanced at the call history.
As expected, he saw the call logs with Yingzi and Weilan, and the durations were not short.
He released his hand suddenly, sat up straight, and looked at Zhuang Yuezhou.
"So you really found out." Qiao Jingchen's face darkened, slightly displeased. He really didn't want many people to know because he didn't know how to face it himself. "Weilan told you everything!"
Zhuang Yuezhou could see the resentment in his heart and was very upset.
