Grandma Ji sighed softly, “She has a password on her phone. We have tried several of them, but they can’t open it. Where is you?”
In order to open Ji Lanxi’s phone, Grandma Ji even tried the due date if Ji Lanxi’s child had not had a miscarriage.
But none of them succeeded.
Shen Yan took the phone and tried it twice, and both of them showed an error in the password.
He held his cell phone and looked at the smart doll that had been repaired quietly in Ji Lanxi’s arms. Shen Yan thought about it and entered a string of numbers.
Then, everyone studied the phone that they couldn’t turn on for three days, and then turned it on without warning.
“What password did you use?” Grandma Ji was shocked.
They tried all the things they could do, including Ji Lanxi’s birthday, Shen Yan’s birthday, their wedding anniversary, ID card, etc.
“The time I divorced her and the time I had a miscarriage of the child.” Shen Yan was silent for a long time after he finished speaking.
He got off the plane and heard Ji Qianbo talk about Ji Lanxi’s recent events.
It was only then that I realized that Ji Lanxi was sick and thought she was Jian Sangyu, and then she thought the child was born, and she and he had not divorced.
So, Shen Yan just tried the combined password with a try-out mentality.
Shen Yan was surprised that he used this string of combined numbers to open Ji Lanxi’s mobile phone.
I was also surprised that he actually turned on his phone.
Ji Lanxi’s mobile phone password was her own birthday before, and she had never changed it.
So she changed this password after he divorced her?
Shen Yan clicked on WeChat and logged into Ji Lanxi’s WeChat. He didn’t expect that Ji Lanxi’s WeChat friends were almost emptied by her, and there was only one person left.