Tracing

Sun Bin hemmed and hawed but couldn't say word. 

"I'll ask you again, where did you get this pen?"

Qiao Yue stared straight at Sun Bin, eyes like black holes, making Sun Bin a little breathless.

"Why should I tell you? I get it now. You just want this pen, right?" Sun Bin laughed coldly. He felt that he had found Qiao Yue's weak spot and was even a little pleased with himself.

"Do you know why I told Teacher Chang that the pen was mine?" Qiao Yue looked at Sun Bin with her head tilted, like a cunning black cat. Sun Bin couldn't help but shudder.

"I don't know." Sun Bin answered indifferently.

"Because it was the only way that the pen will end up with me instead of being searched and found by you. Teacher Chang would also give the pen back to me in the end." Qiao Yue smiled even more brightly. "If I'm not wrong, you rented this pen, right?"