Wan Shaohu's phone was filled with all sorts of explicit pictures and videos, so graphic they could burn your eyes.
Sang Ning hadn't expected Wan Shaohu to be this perverted—his entire photo album was nothing but trashy videos and images. He really wasn't worried about someone snooping on his privacy, was he?
Sang Ning picked up the phone again. Without any expression on her face, she selected all the pictures and videos in Wan Shaohu's photo album and deleted them with a single tap.
Wan Shaohu shouted angrily at Sang Ning, "Sang Ning, what did you do to my phone!"
"No need to thank me. Just clearing out the garbage for you!" Sang Ning briefly shifted her gaze off the phone and shot him a disgusted look.
"That's my carefully curated collection of spiritual nourishment, Sang Ning! Go to hell!" Wan Shaohu's eyes bulged, his entire body trembling with rage.
