Tang Xi looked at the latest model Apple phone handed to her and glanced at Fu Tingzhou before accepting it. Was he bringing her here to buy a phone?
She hurriedly said, "There's no need to buy something so good."
"You're my personal assistant. Don't embarrass me with a cheap, shabby phone that can barely handle two calls without freezing. That would delay my work," he retorted.
Fu Tingzhou paid for the phone, then took her to get a SIM card replacement.
They needed to queue up for the SIM card replacement.
Tang Xi didn't expect that they would be taking numbers past thirty or forty.
Even she was getting a little impatient waiting.
With so many people, it began to feel stuffy.
And that only added to her frustration.
As she queued, she looked back at Fu Tingzhou, who had disappeared without her noticing. Tang Xi thought it made sense; why would he wait in line with her?
Bringing her here to get a SIM card was already a change of character for him.
