What Should Be Carved? (Second Update)

Feng Jun had run into such an incident, and he was in a very bad mood.

Getting splashed with instant noodle soup had already annoyed him enough. Then he discovered that the goddess he admired looked down on him so much and even wanted to play matchmaker for him. The frustration was practically like getting screwed by a dog.

He found a gas station, filled up the tank, wiped down the hood, and had someone spray it with a water hose. Even though the oily soup stains did not wash off completely, at least the red color had dispersed, so it no longer looked like a murder scene.

Then he drove to Li Dafu. When he walked inside, he found Ye Qingyi sitting behind the counter, propping her cheek up with one hand as though she were dozing off. Only when he came closer did he notice that her other hand was fiddling with something beneath the counter.

Feng Jun crept over and cleared his throat. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"N-Nothing," Ye Qingyi sprang to her feet. The hand beneath the counter jerked, followed immediately by a soft snap.

"It's you!" She recognized Feng Jun at a glance, then turned her head and let out a miserable wail. "My phone..."

She had been playing on her phone. Li Dafu did not allow employees to play with their phones during work hours, so she had been doing it secretly. Just now, she had thought a manager was coming to inspect the place. In her panic, she stood up and tried to hide the phone one-handed.

Instead, she fumbled it and knocked the phone straight onto the floor.

She did not even have time to blame Feng Jun. She hurriedly bent down, picked up the phone, and took a look. Her