Qiao Nian stood beside him. "Can you fix it?"
A layer of sweat appeared on Slim Waist Control's fair forehead. He raised the corners of his mouth in an arrogant expression, but he did not stop working. "I'm not bragging, but if I can't fix it, no one else in Beijing can fix this cell phone."
A few more minutes passed.
He inserted the SIM card and pressed the power button.
A miracle happened.
Master Cheng's phone lit up. Although the screen was shattered and they couldn't see anything, it was indeed switched on. At the very least, it did not affect the information inside.
"It's done." Slim Waist Control smiled smugly and stood up. He handed the girl the cell phone as if presenting a treasure. "Boss, take a look."
Qiao Nian took it and opened Master Cheng's call record.
Perhaps the other party had never thought this cell phone could be repaired after being smashed into such a state. The call records were not erased.
