Qiao Qiqi, "..."
"Return it to me." She reached out her fair, delicate hand.
Ning Xiuyuan looked at his little deskmate's fair, delicate hand, his own hand itching, feeling the urge to scratch it.
"No thanks after using it?" Ning Xiuyuan twirled the phone in his long fingers, his voice tinged with roguishness.
Qiao Qiqi earnestly studied his face. In her past life, she was surrounded by a few thugs, humiliated; those people with malicious intent, thinking that an already 'tainted' woman could be taken advantage of again.
At her most desperate moment, Ning Xiuyuan walked over from a distance, seemingly just passing by, helping her drive away those thugs.
She didn't have time to thank him, and the next news she heard about him was his death.
Ning Xiuyuan was very tall, and Qiao Qiqi wasn't short, but she still had to look up at him, her brow furrowing unconsciously, wondering who exactly had killed Ning Xiuyuan?
"Hey."
"Thank you."
