Upon seeing this, his assistant was so frightened that he did not dare to speak. He quickly took out a tissue and handed it to Chase.
Chase wiped his face with the tissue. He then suddenly thought of something. He said, "By the way, let's take a round on the overpass now.
"Turn around. Get on the overpass!"
A few cars whizzed onto the overpass again. Soon, they arrived at the spot where Chase had thrown Hazel's phone.
"Here it is. Chase said. "Stop!"
"Stop!"
The driver hurriedly pulled over.
"Find a few professional divers and salvage a phone for me!" Chase said.
His assistant was left speechless. He looked displeased. "It seems that Mr. Black has thrown a cell phone again," he thought. "And this time around, he throws it into the sea!"
He still felt that it was a little strange. In the past, after Chase smashed his phone, he would immediately get a new one.
"Got it, Mr. Black!" his assistant said.
