Hurling insults
Everybody stared at Xinyue holding the phone with awe.
Jia took the phone from him and studied it. Its glass had violent cracks in it as if a storm had ripped it apart. The rest of the body was almost shattered. Staring at the place where it was found, she couldn't help but think…
"It's a very odd place to be at, don't you think?" Xinyue felt his spidey senses in action.
"Yes. It cannot be here unless somebody put it there. Certainly, the phone doesn't have wings to fly at a place like this."
"How could this happen though…?" Bojing thoughtfully asked, "They s-said that none of them met Anhe."
"Clearly, somebody is lying," he smiled, "or maybe all of them. As I thought, the phone turned out to be important."
The phone looked broken beyond repair and just as Jia expected, it was not switching on after her futile tries. "It's broken very badly."
Lihua scratched her head. "Why will anybody hide a broken phone?"