Qin Jie: "Where's my bedsheet?"
Chen Enci, who had been engrossed in her smartphone, jumped at the sudden vibration.
Glancing up, she saw a message from Qin Jie popping up, and it sent her into a frenzy. She almost jumped out of her skin, causing her to nearly drop her phone.
The bedsheet... the bedsheet she'd casually walked off with this morning... How could she have forgotten about it?
Maybe she should just play dumb?
In a frantic rush, Chen Enci opened the keyboard and sent a question mark back: "?"
To make herself seem less guilty, she also typed out another sentence.
"What bedsheet? I don't know what you're talking about…"
Another vibration. Her screen showed a new message.
Qin Jie had sent a photo. The neatly made bed she had left this morning was undone to reveal the stark white mattress underneath...
Qin Jie: "The housemaid didn't come today."
In other words, she was the only one who had been to his house today...