Quinn shook his hand and the phone fell to the ground.
Nina’s anxious and concerned voice came over the phone: Hello? Quinn? what happened?
Quinn picked up the phone tremblingly, and smiled awkwardly: It’s okay, it’s okay.
Is that **** here? Do you want me to call the police?
Quinn hurriedly pressed the speakerphone accidentally, and Nina’s broken gong voice immediately echoed vigorously in the empty flat layer.
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