Except for the cabinet and under the bed, there really was nowhere else to hide things, and the instant noodles bought were hidden under the bed—it seemed like only this cabinet could store things.
However, Yin Xiaofan didn't rush to stash the items in her hands in the cabinet. After entering her room, she felt something was off about it. Visibly, there seemed to be no difference, but her intuition told her there was definitely a problem in the room.
Yin Xiaofan examined the room vigilantly and meticulously, then walked over to the bed, widened her eyes, and reached forward.
"What's going on?" A tiny sewing needle was now in Yin Xiaofan's grasp, and her eyebrows furrowed.
Why would there be a sewing needle on her bed out of nowhere? She hadn't used one recently, so how did it end up there? It was quite puzzling.
Then, Yin Xiaofan spotted another sewing needle on the other side of the bed which made her start to think.
