C90 Trade

"Damn it, my phone's in there."

Suen Qian bolted upright from the bed, using so much force that he accidentally rolled off and onto the floor, where he was jabbed by something sharp.

Wincing in pain, Suen Qian huddled on the ground, his face contorted.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Lee Shuang, looking resigned, walked over and helped Suen Qian sit back on the bed