"Your previous phone couldn't be retrieved, so I got you a new one with the same number, all your contacts are in there."
"..." Ji Junxue glanced at Jing Che.
Retracting his gaze, he silently looked at the phone in front of him, identical to the one before.
Ji Junxue hesitated for a moment, reached out and slowly picked up the phone, unlocked it, and flipped through the contacts; not a single one missing.
Only Jing Che would be so meticulous to handle such things for him.
Thinking this, Ji Junxue felt an indescribable sourness in his heart, partly jealous and partly uncomfortable because Jing Che was so good to him.
Just then, the waiter brought up the lemon milk ice they had ordered.
Seeing its appealing yellow color, Ji Junxue shifted his thoughts away from unhappy things, scooped a big spoonful and fed it into his mouth.
"..." This taste, so sour it made his whole body cramp, chillingly enchanting.
