Qiao Xiaoyan was instantly stunned. Although this phone was new, all the content inside was still there. She looked at him; he must have taken the card from the old phone and put it into the new one.
Song Xuyao didn't say anything more and went off to drink with his friends.
Qiao Xiaoyan placed the phone in the palm of her hand, feeling a sense of lost-and-found comfort, which eased her mind a lot.
Yet, there was also a warm feeling, making her think that, without involving romantic affairs, Song Xuyao was still a thoughtful man.
He didn't want to involve himself in romantic affairs because there was still someone in his heart.
He was just like her.
In the evening, he sent her home.
The two of them sat in the taxi together, neither speaking a word.
When the wind blew through the car window, Qiao Xiaoyan sobered up from the alcohol quite a bit.
Song Xuyao closed his eyes. She glanced at the driver and then said, "Drop him home first."
