Lu Xia did not return his phone. Instead, she stepped back and said, "Return my notes. Or else, you can forget about getting your phone back."
Lu Ziming looked at Lu Xia in confusion and asked her. "What notes? I'm a junior high student. Why should I take your notes? Are you joking?"
Lu Xia sneered at him. "Lu Ziming, just keep acting. Who else would take my contest notes other than you? I was wondering why you were suddenly so kind to wait for me when I went to the Education Association. Have you been planning this all along?"
"I'm warning you. You can't make unfounded accusations. I told you, I didn't take them. Moreover, haven't you always said how smart you are? Why would you need notes?" mocked Lu Ziming.
In a sneering voice, he said, "Give me back my phone."
Losing patience, he stepped forward in an attempt to snatch it from her hand.
