717 Rain 4yr

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Ta. Ta. Ta. Yuan Zhou put on his Han attire and walked down the stairs to reach the kitchen.
To make it easier to keep his phone, each of Yuan Zhou's Han clothes had a pouch at the waist. That would be where his phone was kept.
"It's getting late. I can start now." Yuan Zhou looked outside the window of the kitchen and stood in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hold on." Yuan Zhou was about to wash his hands when he stopped and quickly took out his phone instead.
"This is serious." Yuan Zhou started checking his text messages.
After he went through his text messages, he did not find any new messages. After a frown, he sank into thought for a second before he started making a call.
He called 10086, the number that would forever have a "friendly" person speaking on the other end.
The call connected shortly. Yuan Zhou directly pressed zero to speak to a customer service representative.
"Hello, how can I help you?" a clear voice of a man sounded from the other side of the phone.
"Huh?"