Through the crack under the door, a severely damaged iPhone slid out, with the screen bearing numerous cracks and a large chunk of the case missing.
Qin Hai and Lin Qingya looked at each other, both speechless.
But just then, Zeng Rou's shrill scream came from inside the room again, "Qingya, quickly, grab my phone for me, hurry, don't let that rotten pervert pick it up!"
With no other choice, Lin Qingya had to pick up the phone for Zeng Rou and returned to the room, saying unhappily, "You even recognize this as a phone?"
Zeng Rou hurriedly jumped off the bed to take the phone, pressed it a few times, found that it still worked, and immediately giggled, "The phone doesn't matter; the photos inside are too important. They can't fall into someone else's hands, especially your man. You have no idea, that guy even touched my butt just now, such a pervert!"