Chuzheng came back to see her phone lying on the ground with the screen shattered into a spiderweb pattern.
"Xun Yin."
No one answered her.
Chuzheng picked up the phone and went behind the screen to find him.
Xun Yin was lying on the Beauty Couch pretending to be asleep.
"Xun Yin, did you break this?" Chuzheng pushed him.
Xun Yin opened his eyes: "What?"
Chuzheng held up the phone in her hand.
Xun Yin's mouth curved into a smile: "Little demon, I never went out, how could I break your things?"
"It wasn't you?"
"No," Xun Yin huffed lightly: "If there's nothing else, don't disturb me."
"This is ridiculous."
Chuzheng muttered to herself, carrying her phone outside.
Xun Yin carefully looked outside. Seeing that Chuzheng was not pursuing the matter further, he relaxed a bit.
What was that strange thing?
"Xun Yin."
Chuzheng suddenly came back.
Xun Yin immediately lied back down, turning his back to Chuzheng.
"Did you see anyone come in last night?" Chuzheng asked him.
