At dinner time, Bi Shi brought a piece of bread to deliver food to Chen Qinghan and casually tossed me a mobile phone.
She said this was the first installment of my installment payment. I exchanged the customized senior phone that Chen Qinghan got for me for the music box she wanted. She promised she would compensate me, and it looks like she's keeping her word.
Chen Qinghan ate the bread in the salty sea breeze, while I fiddled with the second-hand phone Bi Shi gave me beside him.
The phone probably wasn't stolen by her. There was no fingerprint lock set, and both the album and internal memory were completely cleared, with the contact list empty, too.
Bi Shi isn't the type to kindly delete old messages for me. If she stole it, she would have handed it to me as-is, letting me handle the remaining records myself.
