'He came back for the phone box??'
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, both the saleswoman and Fang Chenyi froze for a moment. They hadn't expected him to actually come back for the phone box.
After her initial shock, the saleswoman immediately gave Fang Chenyi an apologetic look. Her meaning was clear: she wanted him to hand over the box right away.
But Fang Chenyi felt completely helpless. The system had already recycled the phone box. 'How am I supposed to produce it now?'
By now, the man had reached the counter. Seeing the somewhat dazed saleswoman, he spoke again.
"Hey, miss, where's my phone box?"
Fang Chenyi knew it was his turn to speak. After all, he was the one who had gotten the phone box recycled.
He turned to the middle-aged man with a light chuckle and said,
"My apologies. I thought you didn't want it, so I tossed it into my woven bag."
As he said this, Fang Chenyi lifted the woven bag in his hand, gesturing toward it.
