Bai Xiaosheng jumped in fright, and the passersby around also turned to look.
"What's wrong?" Bai Xiaosheng asked anxiously.
Yang Qian'er was on the verge of tears as she pulled out her cell phone.
Her phone was smashed into pieces, and a bottle of water in her bag had also spilled.
Bai Xiaosheng just saw a bunch of wet fragments in her hand.
"It's just a phone," Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but sigh, thinking it was something more serious.
"Just get a new one, do you really care about a phone that much?" Bai Xiaosheng said.
Women often change their phones.
Besides, Yang Qian'er paid over five hundred for just a baseball cap, she's not exactly short on cash.
"You don't understand! My concert videos are in there!" Yang Qian'er said desperately, almost crying.
"You can just download a clip from the internet, it might even be clearer than yours."
"You, you! This has sentimental value, okay!" Yang Qian'er burst into real tears.
