Hmm?
Chaichai was a bit stunned. Li Ang had to personally take the swarm overseas, so he couldn't bring his cellphone with him; otherwise, the signal irregularity would draw attention. Therefore, he left his phone at home for Chaichai to take care of.
Anyway, he had few friends. Aside from the landlord, Wang Congshan, the homeroom teacher, and others, his contacts list was practically empty. And hardly anyone would contact him—except for the carrier customer service that routinely pitched data plans.
What did Li Ang say again?
Chaichai's slow brain recalled her master's instructions: Take good care of the house. If someone comes to the door, just put on the puppet that looks like Li Ang and deal with them casually; if someone sends a message, pretend not to see it, and wait for his return.
But he didn't mention what to do if Wang Congshan sent a message, did he?
"Are you there?"
"Are you there?"
"Are you there?"
"Are you there?"
