Both of them were still at an impasse when Qiu Cheng pushed the door open and handed over a phone.
"Mr. Zhou, the phone is fixed," he said, "but there wasn't a storage card in it when you gave it to me, so only the data on the SIM card is available for checking. There might not be much information."
Zhou Mingchen nodded, "Got it, you may go now."
Xia Lu's gaze fell on the worn-out phone; she remembered seeing it on the study desk that night. Because it was so outdated, she had taken an extra look.
At that time, Zhou Mingchen acted very strangely, as if it were some kind of treasure. He wouldn't even let her touch it. Now he had it specially repaired to check the data inside; she felt there must be some big secret hidden, which inevitably piqued her curiosity.
Zhou Mingchen placed the phone on the desk and looked up, "What are you looking at?"
"This phone, I think I've seen it before..." Xia Lu said softly, "Whose phone is this? Yours? Does it contain something very important?"
