As expected, another twenty minutes or so passed, and that woman next door suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
"What's going on!"
"What's wrong, honey?"
"The phone... the phone went black..."
"Huh? No way? Is the battery dead?"
"Yes, yes, I've been playing for so long, it should be dead. Don't you have a power bank in your bag? Quickly, take it out and use it."
"Okay, here you go."
...
Chen Yang continued to keep his eyes closed. Hearing such a conversation, he knew for sure that the phone definitely had a problem.
"I've already told you, but you didn't listen. It's useless to try. How can you charge a scrapped phone? It won't turn on."
Chen Yang couldn't help but speak up.
The couple next door listened to Chen Yang's words and suddenly looked extremely displeased.
"Don't talk nonsense. The phone is just out of battery. A quick charge will turn it on again." The woman still refused to believe Chen Yang and insisted the phone was real.
