Fighting back tears, Qin Anan spun around and strode out of the police station. She hadn't signed the papers, nor had she taken her phone back from Fu Sihan. Fu Sihan signed on her behalf before leaving the station himself. In the car on the way back. Fu Sihan handed her the phone, his voice low. “I didn’t look at your phone.” Qin Anan took it, her breath heavy. “But you already know what’s on it.