Lu Qingqing looked down and swiped twice on her phone, when she heard Fu Yisheng's voice above her: "Don't play on your phone on the road at night, the streetlights aren't as good as the lights at home. Protect your eyes, look up and watch the road, and be careful where you step. Have you forgotten how the nephew of that second aunt's in-laws fell into the river and got hurt before his wedding because he was a phone addict? Spending money is a small matter, but getting hurt is a big deal."
"I'm not looking, I'm not looking, Mr. Housekeeper!" Lu Qingqing stuck out her tongue and stuffed her phone into the big pocket at the front of her hoodie.
The cinema they chose was not far from their hotel, so they decided to walk back.
The autumn night was slightly chilly, with a gentle, cold breeze.
Lu Qingqing pulled the hood of her hoodie over her baseball cap, "Honey, do you feel cold? If you do, we can jog a bit and take it as exercise—anyway, no one will recognize us!"
