When Xiulan arrived at her apartment, she shouted her friend's name endearingly. But before she could see Hualing, an uncultured man was having a good time munching on her snacks with his long legs extended to rest on the table while his eyes glued to the TV on which the game was streaming.
"Quan!! Don't put your dirty feet on my table!" Eating her snacks was tolerable, but this rude manner was not.
As if he couldn't hear her, he remained unperturbed.
This maddening man! She stomped violently while walking up to him. Only when she was near him, his headphones were on and his face was covered with bruises.
"Quan, what happened to your face?" Tapping on his shoulder, she worriedly asked him. The sound of flushing the toilet and doorknob twisting could be heard.
"Xiulan, I was answering nature calls." Hualing came out in a rush.
Xiulan couldn't help but tease her and narrowed her eyes. "Did you wash your hands clean thoroughly?"
