Song Yi spoke with such natural ease that Mu Wanxue had no suspicions.
She handed her phone over directly.
Song Yi logged into her QQ, casually clicked on the call records, glanced quickly, memorized the recent contacts, then removed the call record's background operation.
Her actions were very clean and efficient.
Her greatest skill was her memory; she could practically remember everything she saw.
Mu Wanxue kept staring at her until Song Yi looked up and returned the phone to her.
Song Yi's lips curved up: "By the way, when I came back from buying breakfast, I saw you on the phone. Who was it?"
She mischievously nudged Mu Wanxue's shoulder with her own: "Is it your boyfriend? Got a date later?"
"Just a friend, don't overthink."
"Really." Song Yi smiled brightly: "If you have a boyfriend, you should tell me. I'll treat you to dinner and help you vet him."
"You better not meet my boyfriend," Mu Wanxue laughed, her tone joking: "He'd probably be swept off his feet by you."
