"Did you use my phone to send any text messages?" Yu Han asked again.
"No way!" Zhang Xiaoyu was now fully awake and quickly followed up with, "Bro Yu, what exactly happened?"
"It's nothing," Yu Han said as he hung up the phone, then he reached up to touch his chin.
He had been using Zhang Xiaoyu for several years and knew him well; he wouldn't do such a thing.
Then who else could have had access to his phone?
"What, can't explain yourself?" Xia Yiwan asked coldly.
Yu Han was a genuinely good actor, so she dared not trust any of Yu Han's expressions now.
"The text wasn't sent by me," said Yu Han as he looked at Xia Yiwan. "Could you call Xiaxia over? I'd like to explain things to her."
Xia Yiwan just glanced at him without a word.
Yu Han helplessly said, "If you don't believe me, I can go check the call and text message records right now."
"Then go check first, and we'll talk after that," Xia Yiwan replied, feeling slightly relieved after hearing Yu Han's words.
