"Ah, it's a pity, didn't manage to die."
Having finished the porridge, Jiang Fengwei gained some strength and smiled weakly at Jiang Yan, propped up by the elevated pillows.
Jiang Yan glanced at him and said indifferently, "It is a pity, your parents didn't get the consolation money, they seemed quite disappointed when they left."
Jiang Fengwei fell silent.
Jiang Yan packed up things, tossed them into the trash can, and sat down on a nearby chair, bowing his head to send a message to Jiajia on his phone.
Jiang Fengwei looked at the small, shiny pink phone in his hand, obviously a woman's style, and with some surprise, hesitated before asking, "Why did you buy a phone this color?"
"It was on sale, cheap."
Jiang Fengwei fell silent again.
