Tristan's expression suddenly changed. He hung up the phone and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom. Pushing open the door, he saw Cynthia kneeling on the floor, her brows slightly furrowed. "What happened?"
Cynthia calmly picked up her phone as she heard Tristan's voice. The coldness between her brows couldn't help but dissipate a bit. "I accidentally dropped my phone just now."
A hint of profound meaning flashed through Tristan's eyes. This excuse seemed entirely unconvincing. Did she really think he was a fool?
Despite his disdain, he played along with a concerned tone, "Is it still working? If not, we can get you a new one."
He didn't expose Cynthia's insincere excuse.
"It should still be fine." Cynthia picked up the phone and tapped on the screen a few times. Seeing that the phone was intact, she smiled slightly. "It's surprisingly sturdy."