If You Are Addicted to Drama, You Will Break My Neck If You Don't Have Internet.

While I was playing tricks, a Qing Dynasty Princess fell from the vent. She was holding the phone with a broken screen in her right hand, and pinching my neck with her left hand. Her face was as pale as paper: "Either reboot the router or break your neck." I looked at her three-inch purple nails and tremblingly handed out the secondary card: "... Do I need to connect to 5G? The one with unlimited traffic." Later I learned that she was an outcast of this era, and I became her only signal tower.