The next day, the high-spirited HOG gods of war did not come out of their rooms until two in the afternoon. Each of them had a hangover on their face. After washing up in a daze, they went downstairs to wait for dinner.
The aunt who was taking care of them had washed the fruits early, and put them in large glass bowls, one for each person, and placed them in front of everyone. Everyone picked up the fruits and ate them while half asleep. For a while, the only sound in the restaurant on the first floor was the sound of crunching.
Oliver got up half an hour earlier and was a little more sober than the others. He dug out his cell phone from a pile of messy coats, scarves and backpacks.
Oliver was thinking about contacting Xie Chen, so he turned on his phone, but was greeted with another surprise.
Oliver flipped through his circle of friends and the greetings from all over the world with a natural expression, and said lightly: "Did anyone touch my latest white phone yesterday?"
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