He thought over and over, this phone should still be left for Kyle Kinston to decide how to handle.
Kyle Kinston furrowed his brows and took the phone from Uncle Kang's hand. This is... Mabel Quinn's phone? From the period of lost memory, her phone?!
At this moment, the phone seemed to become heavy in his hand.
He almost instinctively wanted to turn the phone on, but of course, it couldn't power up. A phone from six years ago, no matter how advanced the technology, today it was already obsolete, phased out.
"I'll handle this phone," Kyle Kinston said.
Uncle Kang responded, then watched as Kyle Kinston just stared at the phone intently, unable to help but say, "Young master, have you really given up on the young lady?"
"Enough, don't mention her in front of me again. She's rejected me time after time. Am I supposed to put myself under her feet?" Kyle Kinston retorted.
Uncle Kang fell silent, helplessly turned, and left the room.
