Suddenly, the ringtone of a cell phone went off, and Jiang Yisheng's eyes lit up with joy, thinking it was Feng Yi and the others returning his call.
Looking down, he saw that it was actually a call from his dear mother.
With the phone in hand, Jiang Yisheng suddenly felt like he was holding a hot potato; if he could, he would have wanted to throw his phone into the toilet.
After hesitating for a while, he still pressed to answer the call.
"Asheng, did you fall into a latrine? You've been in the restroom for so long and still haven't come back?" Veya's voice was very quiet, tinged with a hint of urgency.
"Mom, I have diarrhea, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Veya interrupted him, "Cut the crap and get back here right this minute."
With a "snap," the call was hung up.
Jiang Yisheng felt dejected, sighed, and slowly walked out with dragging steps.
By the time he returned to the dining table, only one person was left.
They looked at each other in the eye.
