The luxurious penthouse was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of the city lights flickering through the massive glass windows. Yuxi sat on the plush sofa, her petite frame swallowed by the soft cushions. The warmth of the room, the subtle scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air, and the presence of the three men watching her—it all felt foreign.
She blinked, feigning mild confusion, before sighing softly. Then, with an innocent tilt of her head, she spoke.
"Uncle Yejun," she started, voice laced with softness, "I seem to have lost my phone. Can I borrow one?" Her lips pursed slightly, as if troubled. "I need to tell my cousin that I'm safe, or they'll be worried."
Shen Wuhen, ever the efficient one, instinctively reached into his pocket.
But before he could offer his device—
A deep, low voice interrupted.
"Use mine."
Silence.
Yuxi blinked.