Ha... handing over the phone?
Tuanzi was so shocked that his scalp felt numb. His hand instinctively covered the left pocket of his black shorts, shaking his head continuously at the handsome man: "Uncle, Tuanzi will definitely do well next time, please don't take away my phone."
Tuanzi was so frightened that he nearly swore to the sky, tears swirling in his big eyes.
If those strange aunties saw this, they'd already be heartbroken, pulling him into their arms, showering him with kisses and comfort.
But this had no effect on the uncle. The man walked over from the cold ancestral hall, easily taking the phone from Tuanzi's pocket with one hand gripping his shoulder blade.
"I'll give it back when you do well." The man put the phone into his own pocket, saying lightly, "I don't know your phone's unlock password, and I'm not interested in checking your messages with others, so I'll turn it off."
