Fu Jinghen changed his tune so quickly that Wen Qiao didn't notice anything amiss.
After berating Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao's attention returned to the mobile phone beside her. Fu Jinghen said with a smile, "If you want to look, just look. There's nothing I need to hide from you, the password is your birthday."
Wen Qiao took the phone and said, "I don't have to look, but since you are so sincere in asking me to, I might as well take a look."
Watching her put on an appearance of someone who clearly wanted to look, yet still self-righteously accused him of begging her to do so, Fu Jinghen indulgently nodded, "Right, I'm the one asking you to look."
"Alright then."
Wen Qiao reluctantly nodded, took the phone, and entered her own birth date.
Coincidentally, her and the original body's birthdays were the same day, and it was an incredibly easy date to remember—
March 21.
After unlocking the phone, Wen Qiao saw a familiar face on Fu Jinghen's screen.
