Facing her request, Fu Jingyu was speechless for a while, "You're still thinking about your cellphone in this condition?"
Is this girl too obsessed with her cellphone?
"Then I can't just keep lying here like this! It's so boring."
Fu Jingyu couldn't stand it anymore. He fetched her cellphone for her, advising, "You're allowed to play for just a while."
"Okay." Ye Fanxing happily took the cellphone, opened Weibo, scrolled through the comments for a while, and diverted her attention. It seemed to make her feel a lot better.
Fu Jingyu watched her and felt that he seemed less significant than a cellphone in her eyes.
After a while, Ye Fanxing frowned and put down the cellphone.
Fu Jingyu asked, "What's wrong? What did you see that made you unhappy?"
"I haven't updated my Weibo for several days," Ye Fanxing said. "Everyone thinks I disappeared. Can I update it?"
"Now?" Fu Jingyu was resigned by her dedication; she was still thinking about her work despite being so ill.