"It's nothing, just a loose memory stick; just reinsert it, and it's fine."
Yu Xiaohui's sudden intimacy didn't captivate Chen Feng. He immediately stood up and pushed her away.
"Take a look and see if everything's still on the computer."
Chen Feng led her to the computer, allowing her to check it for herself, while he sipped his tea, not taking a seat.
Over there, Yu Xiaohui examined the computer carefully. She hadn't lied earlier; the old computer indeed contained many of her previous documents, including photos and videos, especially her set of artistic portraits.
"Everything's there, that's great. I was worried I'd never retrieve these things. Chen Feng, thank you. I'll treat you to a good meal next time."
"Sure, let's talk about it next time," Chen Feng responded perfunctorily, immediately adding, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Yu Xiaohui half-jokingly said, "Why don't you stay here tonight? It's so spacious, and it's just me living here."
