"Sigh!"
Li Yan, wearing a tank top and knee-length straight pants, sat on the sofa watching football.
He looked up at the clock, pulled out a bottle of beer from the cardboard box beside him, and flipped it in his palm. The green beer bottle immediately frosted up with dew and faint hints of ice pellets, a white chill rising from it.
The cellphone on the table lit up and buzzed. The caller ID displayed "Cha Xiaodao."
Li Yan grabbed the phone, bit open the beer cap with his mouth, and took two gulps of the cold beer before answering, "Hello?"
"Are you moving back tonight? If you are, do you need me to arrange for someone to pack up your stuff?"
Li Yan took another swig while keeping his eyes glued to the TV, where fans with national flags on their faces and whistles were shown, and casually replied, "No, don't touch it."
"Ah? Oh, okay, then I won't interfere."
