"Humph. Even if something happens, you can't solve it. Take down my number. If anything goes wrong at the Household, notify me immediately. I'll be waiting outside." I snorted and gave Lei Qing my phone number.
"Senior, I've got it memorized. If anything happens at the Household, I'll definitely call you." Lei Qing took out the latest Apple phone, the 5.5-inch model, and entered my number. Then he called me. The knockoff phone in my pocket immediately rang with the bizarre hit song Little Apple.
When Lei Qing heard the song and saw the displeasure on my face, his heart began to pound.
He had seen me holding the knockoff phone in the morgue before, and its ringtone had been this flashy hit song. Then he suddenly remembered that he was still carrying the batch of phones Zhao Yi had just given him for coming to guard the place. He hurriedly hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
He pushed A Biao, who had just been grabbed by the hand, and quickly said, "Bring the unopened iPhone 6 from my car and give it to Senior. Senior must have been busy lately and had no time to queue up and buy one."
"Ah? But that's mine..." A Biao's mind went blank.
Another man had a much sharper eye. He hurriedly kicked A Biao in the rear. "The boss told you to do something, and you still won't do it? Why were you charging ahead just now when I told you not to? You offended Senior! Shouldn't you offer some compensation? Do you still want to stay in the county?"
Watching A Biao suffer, Zhao Qian covered her mouth with the back of her hand and snickered from the side, looking utterly at ease. I said nothing, either.