The words weren't finished before the call automatically disconnected.
In low temperatures, the phone's battery depletes very quickly, and with the low-temperature protection function, if the power is insufficient, it will automatically shut down.
Xiao Zhi tried to turn on the phone again, but it couldn't be turned on.
What should we do now?
Tong Yan didn't know what to do either; they could only wait.
The only hope was for someone to come quickly; it was daytime now, but at night it could drop to dozens of degrees below zero. If no one came to rescue them, they'd definitely be frozen stiff by tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Tong Yan felt an overwhelming sadness.
Who would have thought that attending an event could threaten their lives?
...
On the other side, Bo Yimo put down the phone, suddenly stood up, grabbed the clothes on the sofa, and put them on. "Little Nine, contact the H City military district, deploy a helicopter to Beicun for rescue, I'll catch up shortly."
