C182 living room

Ye Zichen's phone beeped. There was a text message. It was a soft sound, but to me it sounded no less than a clap of thunder. Is there any news from Mr. Zhao? I quickly took out my phone, but I was too nervous and dropped it on the floor.

I wish I could slap myself a few times. Why are you being so clumsy at such a crucial moment? While praying that my phone wasn't broken