Upon hearing Yang Yifeng's words, Zhang Qianqian's face showed a trace of astonishment. She couldn't believe that in this day and age, there were still people who didn't use smartphones and relied on feature phones instead.
However, she knew that Yang Yifeng wasn't lying because those feature phones only had calling and texting capabilities; they couldn't even take pictures. Even if they did, the image would be extremely blurry and you couldn't make out who she was.
Immediately, Zhang Qianqian put her mind at ease, and seeing that Yang Yifeng had already jumped onto the bed, she stopped paying attention to him and climbed into her own bed, quietly waiting for the plane to take off.
Soon, a roaring sound came, and Zhang Qianqian knew the plane was about to take off. It was at this moment that she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. The pain was so severe that her complexion turned as pale as snow, and large beads of sweat rolled densely across her forehead.
"Damn it!"