"I never want to hear your phone's voicemail prompt again."
So, this guy was still dwelling on the fact that her phone had died after she got drunk at the bar that night. Well... who knew the great President was such a petty man? Still, using the same model of phone as him—er, heh heh—An Ruoxue looked at the phone in her hand. Suddenly, it felt like a couple wearing matching outfits. It was a subtle, strange sensation.
"Heh."
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