Zhao Yuan, who was eating potato chips on the bed, turned over and said, "Yes, I can. What's wrong? You sounded very anxious."
Slightly relieved, Shen Xi said, "I have something to do at the last minute and can't rush over, so I can only trouble you. My phone is running out of battery. Can you go now?"
Zhao Yuan poured the remaining chips into her mouth and said vaguely, "It's no trouble. There's no need to be so polite. Don't worry, I guarantee that I'll complete the task..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone. Zhao Yuan shook her head. It seemed like Xi's battery was out.
Zhao Yuan changed her clothes and quickly set off for the address Shen Xi had sent her.
Shen Xi looked at her phone which had run out of battery and became even more frustrated. She asked the driver, "Sir, do you have this model of the charger?"
