"Qiqing?"
Han Yuexu squeezed his way through the crowd and patted han qiqing, who was looking in a certain direction in a daze.
Han qiqing turned around. When she saw him, her little face immediately showed an aggrieved expression.
"Someone just snatched my phone."
&Quot; I heard it, " han Yuexu said indifferently. &Quot; did someone help you get it back? "
Han qiqing nodded. &Quot; a kind person helped me get it back, but I didn't get to see his face clearly before he walked away. &Quot;
However, the kind person was also wearing a mask, so she couldn't see his face clearly.
&Quot; it's good that you didn't lose it, " han Yuexu said.
He looked in the direction she was looking at.
Han qiqing frowned and thought of something. She mumbled, " it must be her ... &Quot;
She had a feeling that these things were not coincidences.
Out of so many people, why did that thief choose her?