The moment Roly Poly skidded to a stop, Zhao Yao smacked the phone and its NSFW content out of the way.
Like a meteor, the phone rocketed through the air at the speed of light. The impact it made from crashing into a table caused it to crumble into pieces on the floor.
Roly Poly looked at its dismembered remains in horror.
"Uh, Zhao Y -,"
He gulped down the rest of his sentence when Zhao Yao shot him a death glare. Roly Poly puffed up his fur in fear. With a terrified yelp, he fled the scene.
The entire café's attention was now squarely on Zhao Yao.
He waved them off with an awkward smile.
"No worries. I accidentally hit the phone when I was trying to swat a fly."
Old Man Zhuang's brows furrowed. "I thought that cat had something in its mouth."
"Yeah. It looked like a phone."
"What? A phone? Must be a trick of the light," Zhao Yao tried laughing it off.
"Mmm, has my eyesight worsened again?" Zhuang wondered aloud.
