"..."
Wen Nuan stared at Qin Shaojin.
"Didn't catch that?" Qin Shaojin's beautiful fingers caressed the part of the cigarette butt, his peach blossom eyes narrowing into a slit.
"I heard it," Wen Nuan said, obviously irritated.
Qin Shaojin stood there, looking towards Wen Nuan's bed, his gaze landing on what resembled a jumbo Crayon Shin-chan plush on her bed, "I was about to call the police station..."
Upon hearing Qin Shaojin's voice, Wen Nuan's face changed color as she forced a smile and stepped forward, "Lawyer Qin, could you first cancel the report to the police?"
Qin Shaojin narrowed his eyes, "Cancel it?"
"Yeah." Wen Nuan nodded emphatically.
Qin Shaojin's gaze left the suspected Crayon Shin-chan, looking at Wen Nuan, "What a joke. My phone has lost quite a few important files, and I'm not yet sure about the extent of the loss. I'll give you a list once I've tallied it up."
"Might as well sell me off!"
Wen Nuan made a crying face.