Qin Xin gazed at the meticulously crafted phone case.
Xiangxiang's hand froze in mid-air, hesitating to lower it, and Qin Xin didn't take it. Her little face gradually turned pale: "Miss, is it too ugly…?"
Her eyes reddened, wanting to cry but trying hard to hold back.
In that moment, Qin Xin slightly lifted her hand. Though she didn't take the phone case, she handed over the phone.
Xiangxiang turned her sadness into joy, swiftly removed the old case, and replaced it with the new one: "Miss, did you just return from outside? Shall I make you something to eat?"
Qin Xin's expression remained indifferent: "No need."
Xiangxiang had just touched her phone; she hadn't taken the chance to do anything sneaky, which Qin Xin noticed, but eating was unnecessary.
The atmosphere was a delicate feeling.
Something was always different from before.
