What can she do with a locked phone?
Lu Huai'an paused in the bathroom.
After drying the water stains off his hands, he walked to the bed, took the girl's phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and handed it back to her.
Lin Chu was somewhat speechless; he could recite the password several times with the effort he used, "It's just six digits, can't you tell me?"
Lu Huai'an's steps didn't pause, and he answered blandly, "No."
Well, if he can't, he can't; Lin Chu wasn't in the habit of prying into others' privacy.
During the call with Lin Zongjun, she still acted as if nothing had happened, with her usual mix of coquettishness and complaints.
Her doting father certainly didn't blame her for breaking her promise or standing him up, always thinking her voice sounded off because of a cold, repeatedly encouraging her not to fear suffering and to obediently take her medicine.
