C609 Auntie

Zhang Luo threw the phone away. Hee Yanran looked at her phone and rolled it a few times on the ground before she stopped. Her tears were about to fall.

"How can you call it a phone? It can be sold for three to five hundred yuan at the Antique Shop. Don't pick it up. Come with me."

Zhang Luo shook the phone's phone card and said with a smile