Jing Haohao stared at her cellphone screen, rigidly choosing not to answer the call. After a while, her phone rang once again. This time, Haohao decisively switched off her phone.
...
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is now turned off."
Shen Liangnian, hearing the official phone operator's voice, weariedly lowered his hand that was holding the cell phone, standing by the window and lighting up a cigarette.
By the time Qiao Wennuan came out of the kitchen after making dinner and entered the bedroom, she saw Shen Liangnian standing there with a gloomy silhouette, quietly smoking his cigarette.
It was hard to tell how many cigarettes he had smoked; the entire room was filled with a choking tobacco smell. Shen Liangnian, the man himself, coughed periodically while smoking, hunched over.
