Xue Rui didn't doubt the girl. Since his phone wasn't even logged into an Apple ID, anyone who guessed the passcode would basically own the phone.
But this girl only wanted three hundred yuan. Even considering its used value, the parts-to-whole ratio for Apple products is ridiculous. Just taking it apart for the display screen would probably be worth more than that.
But the girl was quite firm. Xue Rui put the money away and asked curiously, "Miss, is this your family's shop?"
"Yeah, my big brother opened it. I help him watch the place," the girl said.
"Let's exchange contact info. We might have a chance to work together in the future." After saying this, Xue Rui glanced up at the store's sign.
"Player," the girl sneered, not even deigning to look at Xue Rui. She had found a photo of a nightclub's entrance on his phone. 'What kind of habit is that?'
