Back in the dormitory, Nan Ge borrowed her roommate's phone and called her brother.
"Big Bro, boohoo. I lost my phone. I really lost it!"
"What should I do, Nan Zhe?"
"…"
Meanwhile, in England.
Nan Zhe had just gotten off the plane and had yet to leave the airport when he received a call from Nan Ge.
Listening to the wailing on the other side, Nan Zhe habitually moved the phone away from his ear. When the other side quietened down a little, he put the phone back to his ear.
"Are you done?"
"Uh huh." Nan Ge stopped crying.
"If you lost it, go and find it. Do you have to call me for such a trivial matter? Nan Ge, are you a three-year-old child?"
"Then what should we do? Why don't I get two tractors to help you push all the snow in the field?"
Unfortunately, her big brother made an unusual observation. "Can a tractor push snow?!"
"Erm… It can probably be modified."
