Before Qin Yayong cut off the phone, Leng Muchen grabbed her cell phone and shook it out heavily on the floor tiles. Her cell phone broke up immediately.

"My cell phone..." Qin Yahuang looked at the mobile phone which had become two halves on the ground. She saved several months to buy it. Although it had been used for many years, the paint on the body of the mobile phone had already worn off. She herself felt it was time to change it, but she did not want to.

"Would Ms. Qin care about this broken cell phone with only a few hundred yuan? Or, if you want to communicate...