Thief?
When Xiao Yu heard her description of him, he remained completely unfazed, "Thieves come in many types..."
"You must be the worst kind," Sheng Shushu cut him off before he could finish.
She looked straight at him, suspicion creeping in, "When did you touch my phone?"
Her phone had been a new one since Qingcheng, and it hadn't changed since then. When had Xiao Yu touched it?
Sheng Shushu had no memory of it at all. Could it be that she had amnesia?
Xiao Yu continued serving her food, showing no intention of explaining.
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to call the police," she threatened angrily.
Today he could switch her phone without her noticing; what if he sold her tomorrow?
Only then did Xiao Yu look at her evenly, putting down his chopsticks, seemingly very cooperative.
"The night I saved you, after you fell asleep," he said, his attitude seeming quite sincere.
