"Ugh!"
Rong Xiyi took out a bottle of beer, opened it with an opener, and chugged down half of it in one go.
"I don't know what's wrong with me!"
Rong Xiyi wiped the beer from the corner of her mouth, "I need to figure this out!"
Xia Xiyao: "Can you pull yourself together? Like, not looking at your phone, not texting, if you can't even do that, I really don't know what to say to you!"
Rong Xiyi said pitifully, "I can't stop messaging."
"Give me your phone, I'll hold onto it, let's just enjoy drinking and eating BBQ!"
"Is that really necessary?"
"Hand it over!"
"Alright then!"
Rong Xiyi handed her phone to her, and Xia Xiyao put it in her pants pocket.
A while later.
"Yaoyao, is there any message on my phone?"
"No."
A while later.
"Yaoyao, is there any message on my phone?"
"No."
A while later.
"Yaoyao..."
Before she could finish, Xia Xiyao said seriously, "No."
Then she took the phone out and turned it off directly.
"Can we just drink properly?"
"Okay."
