"Hey, aren't you planning to return my clothes before you leave?"
Qin Yue couldn't help but widen her eyes and said dumbfoundedly, "Do you want to kick me out?"
"Not 'kick out,' that sounds too harsh. It should be 'escort out,' which sounds nicer," Liu Jianhong replied with a smile.
Qin Yue remained silent, looking at him with disappointment. Despite the innocent and cute expression still on his face, she now saw through his true intentions completely.
"Return my clothes before you leave," Liu Jianhong continued.
Qin Yue rolled her eyes in exasperation and said, "Hey, my dress is in such a bad state that if I don't use clothes or something else to cover up, how do you expect me to get home?"
"I know, but how is that my problem? It's not like I tore your dress apart," Liu Jianhong replied.
Qin Yue bit her lip, then smirked coldly, saying, "I got it. I won't borrow your clothes to go back. I'll call someone I know to come over and bring me clothes."
After speaking, she held onto the coat with one hand, while the other hand emerged from underneath it.
However, at that moment, Qin Yue realized that she was only holding her wallet in her hand, and her phone was nowhere to be found!
"Hey? Where is my phone?"
Qin Yue stared fixedly at her hand, her eyes wide, taking a while to register what had happened.
"I had it in my hand all along, how could it have disappeared?"
She started to get anxious, her voice sounding somewhat panicked.
When she was surrounded by Zhang Yaru and the others just now, Qin Yue had clung tightly to her phone the whole time.
She believed that as long as she had her phone, she could immediately call for help as soon as she had a chance to break free.
"C-Could it have accidentally slipped out?"
As Qin Yue mumbled to herself, Liu Jianhong in front of her withdrew his hand. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a purple flip phone.
Qin Yue turned slightly to see the phone in his hand, visibly startled. She furrowed her brows tightly and asked, "H-How did it end up in your hand?"
"You mean this?"
Liu Jianhong pinched the phone between two fingers and lightly shook it in front of her.
"I picked this thing up on the road just now."
"This is my phone, give it back to me."
Qin Yue immediately reached out to take the phone back from him, but he smiled slightly, swiftly flipping his wrist to regain hold of the phone and dodging her reaching hand.
"Hey, what do you mean by this?" Qin Yue exclaimed loudly.
Liu Jianhong smirked mischievously and said to her, "Oh, nothing special. I found this phone. Just because you say it's yours, does that mean it really is?"