"Did you see anything you'd like to eat?" Lin Fan asked Yun Qingyao, who had just returned.
Yun Qingyao shook her head dismissively, "No, I've seen it all, no appetite."
Lin Fan said, "What should we do then?"
Yun Qingyao said, "You eat. After you're done, we'll go to the supermarket across the street, I'll just get some bread."
Lin Fan sighed and could only comply with her. After all, if she didn't want to eat, he couldn't force her.
At that moment, a commotion erupted at the front of the queue, with a young man grabbing a backpack from a fat man.
"You damn thief, give me back my phone!" The young man shouted.
The fat man looked baffled, "What phone are you talking about?"
The young man cursed, "Stop pretending! My phone's ringtone is coming from your backpack. Open it and see!"
The ringtone of "Love for Sale" was still audible. The fat man opened his backpack while saying, "Wait, calm down, I also have no idea what's going on."
