Qiao Nian opened the second drawer and found an old cell phone.
Taking it out, she noticed the new SIM card had fallen inside. She picked it up and turned around to take her cell phone out.
Nie Qixing's expression became tenser with each of her actions. His face tightened, and his eyes became fierce and sharp.
"Miss Qiao, it's inappropriate for you to barge into my house, right? I thought we were at least friends, but it seems you don't think so…"
"Yes, we do know each other."
Qiao Nian bumped into him with her shoulder and walked past him arrogantly, leaving her nonchalant voice behind. "But friends? Forget it."
Nie Qixing pieced her words together—
We do know each other, but forget about being friends!
His brows were no longer as gentle as usual, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. "That's my cell phone. You can't have it. I can let you off on account we know each other. It's not too late for you to leave now."
