"Cough, what do you want?" Zhao Bin retorted that since he did not know how to solve the problem, he might as well let the other party say it.

"Bring your cell phone over." Xia Ling looked at Zhao Bin, then stretched out her tender, snow-white palm, and lay in bed languidly said.

"Oh."

Zhao Bin took out his Nokia mobile phone, which could be used as a hammer, and then took it out and handed it to Xia Ling.

"What's the age when you still use this kind of mobile phone?" Xia Ling pouted her mouth, but pressed the button on her hand, and then dialed her.

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