Leng Zimo had been ready to toss the smartphone into the trash can when, hearing her words, he tightened his grip once more, "Let's do this, keep it with me for now, and tomorrow I'll have someone take it to be fixed. It's just water damage; it should be repairable."
Caught off guard by the complexity of the situation, Luo Xiaoqian's countenance brightened, "Can it really be fixed?"
"I guarantee it!" Leng Zimo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water stains off her hands, "Didn't you say you were going to make ginger sugar water for me?"
"Right, I'm going now. You head to the study first; I'll be right there!" Luo Xiaoqian snapped back to her senses and dashed downstairs again.
Entering the study with the water-damaged phone, Leng Zimo carefully closed the door and immediately redialed Zhuo Yannan's number.
"What exactly is going on!"
The suppressed rage in his voice was unmistakable.