"I'm so poor I have nothing, and they still have the nerve to steal from me." Yan Xia was angry and quickly dialed 110.
But before she could make the call, her phone rang. It was a call from Yu Han.
Yan Xia glanced at it and hung up.
Reporting the theft was urgent, what if the thieves got away?
Just before she could make the call to the police, Yu Han called in again.
Yan Xia frowned, answered the call and before she could speak, Yu Han's slightly annoyed voice came through: "Why did you hang up on me?"
Yan Xia pouted, feeling wronged: "My place has been robbed..."
"Oh? What all did you lose?" Yu Han asked.
"It seems like a lot, my room is empty." Yan Xia said as she entered her room.
Damn!
The thief had cleared out her place, even the bookshelf was empty!
"So, you can't stay there anymore, can you?" Yu Han asked, surprised.
Yan Xia paused: "Could you not pour salt on the wound?"