Wen Zhi shook her head and said with a reassuring tone, "I won't run."
Shang Hexing seemed half-convinced as he handed over the new cellphone to Wen Zhi without giving her an ID, "The SIM card is already set up with a new number, and I've saved mine in it. It's more convenient to contact you with a phone."
He couldn't always let her use his private phone, though it wasn't a public one, several colleagues contacted him through it, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Wen Zhi looked at the new phone, which had the same appearance as her original one, including the color.
But after she glanced at the phone, her gaze immediately fixed on the ID card in Shang Hexing's hand and she asked eagerly, "What about the ID card?"
Shang Hexing's lips curved into a half-smile, "I've changed my mind, I'll hold onto it for now."
