Jealousy

“Seriously?” Song Qingtan studied Jiang Zhou’s face, then drained his glass. “I don’t think it’s that simple.”

Jiang Zhou glanced at his phone again. The bodyguard had sent another photo. Chen Ju and Zhou Xue’er were sitting close together, with Zhou Xue’er resting her head on Chen Ju’s shoulder and beaming.

At the sight of that smile, Jiang Zhou paused. Chen Ju didn’t seem to have smiled like that since high school.

“What’s wrong? You keep looking at your phone. Let me see.” Already annoyed, Song Qingtan snatched Jiang Zhou’s phone.

The last photo hadn’t shown Chen Ju’s face, so Song Qingtan hadn’t recognized him. Now, seeing Chen Ju in the picture, he raised an eyebrow and stirred the pot. “Has Zhou Xue’er stolen your sweetheart?”

“Give it back.” Jiang Zhou’s voice was low.

Song Qingtan wasn’t about to hand it back so easily. He went straight to the contacts, and when he saw the name Little Orange, his expression grew even more suggestive.

Jiang Zhou frowned. “What are you trying to do?”

“Calling your Little Orange~” Song Qingtan waggled the phone. The screen showed that the call was dialing.

“Song Qingtan!” Jiang Zhou snapped, calling him by his full name...