Panic
Before going to bed that night, Feng Ling used Huangfu Miaomiao's watch to try calling again, but still couldn't get through.
Neither Feng Shao's nor Ling Feiran's phone could be reached.
Feng Ling couldn't help wondering whether something had happened in Guangshan City, but then she thought that perhaps she was just prone to overthinking because she was always around Xenomorphs and Contaminants.
Ling Feiran had always been frugal and had used her phone for years without replacing it. Maybe it had broken. As for Feng Shao, he was probably out on a mission.
Feng Ling decided to try contacting them again tomorrow. If she still couldn't get through, she would probably have to ask an Inspector from the Guangshan Branch for help.
Being far apart really is troublesome. It'll be better once the two of them move here in the future.
The next day, Su Yuqing brought over another group of workers.
The workers poured cement into the Idol's base and set up a circle of support frames around it, bustling about nonstop.
Su Yuqing also brought Feng Ling a new phone. It was a newer model, slightly lighter and thinner than the previous one, though it was still far heavier than the phones used by ordinary people.
That was because it contained a built-in device for storing Cards, making it difficult to reduce its size any further.
"Fortunately, most of the data on your phone was backed up to the cloud. Your contacts and some chat records can be recovered. Be more careful next time. Don't lose it again," Su Yuqing reminded her.
Feng Ling felt as though she'd been handed a pillow just when she was sleepy. Calling people would be much more convenient now.
She immediately turned it on to test its performance and said