Aunt Liu quickly served breakfast, filling the table with Hong Kong-style dim sum and a specially prepared papaya bird's nest soup. After Aunt Liu left, Wei Anning glanced at the man across from her, his expression distant and indifferent, and felt deeply frustrated inside.
She'd been hospitalized, and he hadn't visited her. Then she was discharged, and he didn't come to pick her up.
Feeling aggrieved, she still had to pretend everything was fine. She picked up a spoon and said, "Yesterday I saw a news article. It said the bacteria on a touchscreen phone are equivalent to ten toilet seats combined."
"If you eat while playing on your phone, it's basically like eating while staring at a toilet."
"..." The man sat in silence for a moment, offering no response.
But he really did stop playing on his phone and stood up to go wash his hands. Watching his retreating back, Wei Anning flashed a sly grin. Let's see if you keep ignoring me now—disgusting you right back will do the trick.
