The old man Machine

The surrounding people sighed.

The corners of Zhou Qianqian's lips curled up slightly. A new student who could not even afford sunblock had the right to compete with her for instructor ye?

Zhou Qianqian passed her sunscreen over. "Chu-Chu, use my sunblock. It's an Italy brand and has a high sunblock index."

"There's no need," Gu Chu refused without even lifting her head.

Zhou Qianqian choked and disdained him in her heart.

I'm not going to give a bottle of sunblock that's only a few hundred dollars to a poor guy like you.

Zhou Qian 'Qian glanced at Gu Chu's phone. It was very thick and much bigger than a normal girl's phone. It was covered in a deep black color and looked like an ugly brick.

Zhou Qianqian looked at the strange-looking phone and the disdain in her heart grew stronger. What era was this? why was she still using an old phone?

"Chu-Chu, which city are you from?" Zhou Qianqian pretended to be curious.