Li Qing Mo wasn't completely clueless. As soon as he got home, he picked up his phone to call Xie Ying'an.
The phone rang continuously, but no one answered on the other side.
Holding a cup of hot water, Qingran suddenly said, "I think I saw his phone was broken."
The phone in the bag, with its screen all shattered, must be Xie Ying'an's own phone.
"Oh." Li Qing Mo hung up the call. He knew Xie Ying'an could go as far as smashing phones when truly infuriated, and honestly, his habit of smashing phones was learned from Xie Ying'an.
So what happened?
Xie Ying'an had spent two years with his grandpa and successfully became a decent person, hence he hardly smashed his phone anymore. But here he was still messing around in shabby circles. Annoying, right?
"No wonder." Li Qing Mo consoled himself, no wonder Xie Ying'an didn't answer his call—it was because the phone was broken.
He even thought that Xie Ying'an didn't want to answer his call. How could that be possible?
