Huo Yao had managed to retrieve Old Madam Yang's old phone. However, it had fallen into the water, so it was impossible to turn it on.
She had spent the entire afternoon trying to repair the phone, but it was futile.
It felt as though the phone and its data had died along with Old Madam Yang.
Huo Yao put down the screwdriver in annoyance and leaned against the seat backrest powerlessly. Her bloodshot eyes turned dark.
No matter how good she was with smartphones and technology, it was all useless at this moment.
She was unable to even repair the phone now.
Huo Yao shut her eyes in self-deprecation.
After some time, she opened her eyes. She reached her hands out to pick up the tools and cautiously put the phone back together again.
Before long, she was done putting the phone back together.
