Liang Xiaohan hurriedly extinguished the cigarette, then looked at Hao Jian angrily and said, "Hey! What are you doing!"
Hao Jian smiled, then turned on his phone, opened the photo, and showed it to Liang Xiaohan, saying: "What else could I be doing? Look, isn't this preserving evidence?"
In the photo, Liang Xiaohan held a thin white ladies' cigarette skillfully, smoking, and in another shot, she looked as if she was enjoying it while blowing smoke rings, the smoke swirling before her eyes. Under normal circumstances, Hao Jian's random shot could be considered somewhat skillful.
But at this moment, as Liang Xiaohan looked, her face showed anger, and she tried to snatch the phone from Hao Jian's hand. Hao Jian smiled, retracted his hand, making Liang Xiaohan grab at thin air. If he let her snatch the phone so easily, wouldn't it show that he had no ability?
Then he laughed and said, "Want to snatch the phone to destroy evidence? Not a chance, haha!"
