What do you want to say?

"Alright!" Wen Xiangyang gripped Yan Xin's hand, looked at her and reiterated, word by word, "Xiao Xin, if they're alive, don't you make any rash moves. I'll personally take my revenge on this matter!"

"Okay, Xiangyang, rest assured, I won't act recklessly."

As Yan Xin spoke, she appeared to recall something, stood up, and pushed a bag at her side to Wen Xiangyang: "Xiangyang, have a look inside."

Wen Xiangyang, puzzled, looked at Yan Xin, opened the bag, and there was a light blue mobile phone inside.

"Xiangyang, this is what Xiao Lan and I picked out yesterday. We nearly had a dispute over choosing this phone. We finally settled on this one, do you like it?"

Wen Xiangyang had only mentioned it casually, not expecting Yan Xin and Li Lanxi to go out and choose a phone for her on the same day.