An Unexplainably Bizarre Life

Fu Qiang's expression and gaze were spot-on, perfectly embodying the calmness and detachment of postmodernism. Wasn't he just playing with his phone? What was there to make a fuss about? The look on his face displayed his composure and natural ease. Everyone played with phones these days. Coupled with that gaze that dared to stare directly at dripping blood and face a bleak life, as well as his completely unaffected eye contact with the girl, it illustrated one truth.

Yeah, I'm the one playing with the phone. So what?

So what? The girl looked awful. You sure were composed! Qin Fen was mortified. Bro, you were impressive, but were you really the one playing with the phone?

Chef Qin was speechless. A person had to maintain a good mindset in both conduct and work. Qin Fen had long understood the meaning of "silence is golden." Now, he didn't move. He really didn't move. Silence was golden!

Speaking or making any sound at a time like this would have been utterly idiotic. Qin Fen covered his mouth, feeling miserable. As an upright man, he really wanted to say, "Miss, you're pressing down on my hand."

Fu Qiang had no idea what was going on. Why were they looking at him? Though he was no longer young and was a little fat, that was called prosperity. He was still somewhat handsome. Whenever he went out to spend money, KTV managers and girls all called him handsome.

Fine, that was all nonsense. Anyway, Fu Qiang was confused. The other party was looking at him with a melancholy gaze, as though she had a thousand words to say but simply wouldn't voice them. Fu Qiang wasn't a girl; he was a man. Don't try to guess a girl's thoughts—you wouldn't understand them. Did she