"Wait a minute." Just as she was about to reach the door, Xia Lu was suddenly called back. She furrowed her brows, then silently relaxed them, turned her head, and asked as calmly as possible, "Is there something else?"
Zhou Mingchen looked her over from head to toe, as if pondering something. After a moment, he asked, "You didn't touch my things secretly, did you?"
Xia Lu's heart began to race, thinking that this guy was always so astute. Could he have discerned something from her already strained performance and somehow seen through her to discover the antique phone in her pocket? That would be absurd.
"How could I? Aren't you the one who hates it the most when others touch your things? I was just looking for this box." Despite her internal anxiety, Xia Lu gathered her courage to speak.
Zhou Mingchen finally let her go. As he walked out, Xia Lu breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster.
