Purple Summers took the phone, and indeed, a piece of the case had cracked off, but it didn't matter if it couldn't be found; even if it were found, it couldn't be put back.
"Thank you, Norton Young," Purple Summers said, looking down at her phone with low spirits, "I'll treat you to a meal someday."
"Ah, don't mention it…" Norton Young scratched the back of his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "I guess your phone wasn't cheap, huh? Be more careful next time... sit in the back so she won't find you again."
Norton Young also had an elective course and didn't chat with Purple Summers for long, and hurriedly left.
Purple Summers didn't have classes in the afternoon, so she took a car home and had Manager Charles go out and buy her a new phone.
She wasn't very savvy with electronic devices, and it took her quite a while fiddling in her room until she had installed all the necessary apps, and her email finally received the document Aria Jackson had sent.