Jiang Qiran’s expression froze when he heard the phone repairman’s question.
The teenager’s long eyelashes fluttered, and his voice was soft.
“I fell.”
“Ah -- you fell yourself? !”
The phone repairman’s mouth was wide open, and the tool in his hand almost fell off.
As if he felt that his expression was too shocked, the phone repairman quickly restrained his expression.
“Ahem, okay, it’s fine. I’ll do my best.”
..
The cell phone repairman looked around at the furnishings of the apartment and muttered in his heart.
-- alright, he really doesn’t understand the world of the rich.
He actually knew how to play with his cell phone and even asked someone to repair it after he dropped it!
Isn’t there something wrong with him!
..
In the end, the phone repairman only found a photo for Jiang Qiran.
It was the photo of the screensaver. The girl’s bright smile almost dazzled people’s eyes.
Jiang Qiran gave the phone repairman a very high repair fee.
