"It's related to my phone."
"Phone?" Chen Hao looked puzzled, "You're not saying your phone is cursed, are you?"
The man nodded repeatedly at Chen Hao with a mournful expression and said, "That's exactly the case, I'll show you if you don't believe me!"
After speaking, the man approached Chen Hao, but he didn't get in the car. Instead, he stopped in front of the side door and handed his open phone to Chen Hao.
After hesitating for two seconds, Chen Hao took the phone, wondering if it might have caught a virus from too many unhealthy web browsing sessions.
After fiddling with the man's phone for a while, Chen Hao said, "There doesn't seem to be any problem?"
"You... Look at the messages!" The man stammered, and Chen Hao could clearly sense the trembling in his voice.
Following the man's instructions, Chen Hao opened the messages and asked, "Which one should I look at?"
"The first three. Any of them will do."