Xia Xingcheng hesitated for a moment before finally saying softly, "Thank you." Sheng Yeting did not answer. His eyes and fingers lingered on Xia Xingcheng's wound as if he was thinking about something. Xia Xingcheng was so embarrassed by his gaze that she coughed to change the subject: "Can you give me my phone now?" After hearing the word "phone"