Yan Murong took the phone and looked at it. Sure enough, the above prompted that you can only make an emergency number. Emergency number. 110. What a joke. Yan Murong returned the phone to Ning Kun, took out his phone, and then grinned and smiled. "What's the point of Apple? It's several thousand yuan. Isn't there still no signal at this point?" Yan Murong held his phone with a proud look. "Look at our antiques. The signal is two grids."