Lu Jingang, upon hearing this, turned his head and saw Mu Lezhu wearing one of his loose white knit sweaters. On her petite frame, the clothes looked particularly baggy, with the sleeves too long, making her look like a little child sneaking into adult clothing, giving off a slightly comical vibe.
Looking at her like that, Lu Jingang felt an impulse to laugh, but ultimately he held it back to maintain his usual high-cold and noble image, even raising his hand to cover his lips and deliberately cleared his throat lightly, catching sight of the phone in her hand by chance: "What's up with your phone?"
Mu Lezhu sighed helplessly at this, her face full of resignation: "Don't mention it, my phone suddenly rang while I was washing my hands earlier. I wanted to take it out to check, but I didn't hold it steady, and it fell into the sink, ending up in this state. Looks like it's heroically sacrificed, completely broken and unusable."
"Aunt Chen said you spilled milk tea? Were you burned?"
