South Grant was so focused that she didn't notice Nathan Foster had finished his work and returned from the bathroom, standing right beside her.
"What are you looking at? So engrossed?"
Nathan suddenly spoke, his warm breath near South Grant's ear, startling her. Her phone slipped from her hand.
"Are you trying to scare me to death so you can inherit my WeChat red packets?"
Nathan reached out to pick up her phone, pausing at her words, then nodded and said,
"True, a husband does have inheritance rights."
South Grant: "..."
Who said you're the husband!
South Grant didn't argue with him on the topic, knowing she'd never win an argument with Nathan.
A guy who doesn't know how to yield to a girl, such a typical male chauvinist pig, it's terrifying.
By now, Nathan had picked up South Grant's phone, and the screen displayed content from Weibo. Nathan frowned at the chaotic messages on the screen.
Goddess, first love hottie, side-profile god.
