At the lot picking venue for the preliminaries.
Division A and B were done.
Zhang Ye walked back. "Old Yao."
Yao Jiancai was staring at the stage. "It's not our turn yet."
"It's fine. Let's just continue waiting." Zhang Ye was, at this moment, completely relieved. He did not even consider how to solve the series of problems that would await him. He was leaving it all in God's hands.
Di Di. He received a text message on his cellphone.
Zhang Ye took a look at his cellphone. He won a prize? Telephone bill? He locked his phone after curling his mouth. He was used to receiving such fraudulent text messages. However, when he thought of something, Zhang Ye was momentarily stunned. He took out his phone again and opened the text message. Eh, wasn't this the mobile service provider's customer service number? He decided to follow the instructions in the text message and replied to it as an attempt. Di Di. He received a short message. Top up successful!
