An Lan entered the room to find An Xuan lying on the bed playing with his phone, his face cold as if someone owed him 8 million, his attention completely on the phone, and he didn't notice someone had come in.
"Xiaoxuan, what are you playing that you're so engrossed?"
An Lan's sudden voice startled An Xuan, and the phone in his hand flew out, thudding onto the thick carpet. An Lan walked over, picked up the phone, and handed it back to An Xuan. Thankfully, the carpet had saved his phone from biting the dust right then and there.
"Sis, don't you know scaring people can scare them to death?" An Xuan flipped over and sat up on the bed, An Lan snorted lightly, and shook the phone she was holding. An Xuan immediately reached out for it like a cat that had seen a fish, but An Lan dodged away.
