Upon approaching Lu Yangui, Han Zhijin noticed that Lu Yangui's phone had been tossed on the ground.
"Mom, why did you throw your phone on the floor?" Han Zhijin asked, puzzled, before bending down to pick up the phone.
Before his fingertips even touched the phone, Lu Yangui reflexively shouted, "Don't touch my phone!"
Han Zhijin was startled and turned to Lu Yangui with a puzzled look, "What's wrong? What's this all about?"
Lu Yangui quickly picked up her phone and clutched it tightly in her own palm before reluctantly saying, "It's nothing."
"You look like there is something. You think I'm a three-year-old child, that easy to fool?" Han Zhijin muttered as he sat beside the bed, wrapping his arm around Lu Yangui's shoulders, "Miss Lu, come on, I'll be your trash can. Whatever's bothering you, just spill it!"
"It's nothing, what could it be..." Lu Yangui forced a smile at Han Zhijin, "It's just that I felt a bit unwell last night and didn't sleep well."
