"Damn it." Rong Che cursed under his breath, his face dark. With a flick of his wrist, he threw his phone in anger. The luxurious, understated device hit the ground with a loud thud, skidding across the floor to come to a rest against the corner of a table, lying there in a sorry state.
An Ruoxue, who had been out in the backyard picking vegetables, set down her basket and walked over slowly. She bent down and picked up the phone Rong Che had thrown.
They say expensive things have their benefits; despite being tossed aside by Rong Che, the phone was still perfectly intact when she picked it up—a true fighter among mobile phones, remarkably sturdy.
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