Zhan Qipei looked straight ahead and replied matter-of-factly:
"I already told you before, if you change the wallpaper I set, I'll just change it back."
Qiao Jing's temples throbbed abruptly as she set the wallpaper back to the default once more.
It seemed that in the future, she could not let Zhan Qipei touch her phone, or her wallpaper would definitely be changed to this jerk's photo again.
She simply decided to solve the problem at its root and deleted the photo of Zhan Qipei, to avoid him messing with her wallpaper again.
Zhan Qipei caught the motion from the corner of his eye and lightly furrowed his smoky, long eyebrows.
"If you delete my photo, I can take a new one next time and put it up again. Anyway, the photo you took of me has dark circles under my eyes, it's not good-looking."
Qiao Jing became increasingly speechless, her mouth twitching almost imperceptibly. She no longer bothered with the wallpaper situation.
