Mu Anxiao glanced at Zhang Yan's smiling expression and shook her head speechlessly, then turned to the second young man who had been staring at her since they started eating and asked, "What are you looking at me for?"
"What's your name?" the second young man asked, staring into Mu Anxiao's eyes.
"You don't need to know," Mu Anxiao said, picking up the small bowl of rice.
The second young man didn't give up and turned to Zhang Yan, "Boss, what's your granddaughter's name?"
"Mu Anxiao," Zhang Yan said while eating.
Mu Anxiao froze, stopped, glared at Zhang Yan, and continued eating her rice.
"Mu Anxiao?" The second young man repeated, turning to Mu Anxiao and saying unhappily, "After all this, she's not your granddaughter?"
"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Yan asked, putting down his bowl and chopsticks and lifting his chin.
"Your surname is Zhang, and hers is Mu. The names don't match," the second young man said, intentionally provoking Zhang Yan.
Seeing the second young man's arrogant demeanor, Zhang Yan said, "If I recall correctly, your surname is Liu, and your father's surname is Zhang. May I ask, are you your father's biological son?"
Fan Yan looked at Zhang Yan's questioning expression and turned his face away, chuckling.
The second young man glanced at Fan Yan, who was secretly laughing beside him, and then turned back to Zhang Yan, saying, "I already told you, I have an older brother, and I'm the second child in the family, so I took my mother's surname."
"It's the same principle," Zhang Yan said. Just as he was about to pick up his bowl again, his phone rang.
Mu Anxiao looked at Zhang Yan's phone, which was constantly lighting up and vibrating beside his bowl, and her expression became tense.
"What's wrong?" Fan Yan asked, looking at Mu Anxiao's face.
The second young man glanced at the phone, then at Mu Anxiao, and asked in a mocking tone, "You've never seen a mobile phone before, have you?"
Mu Anxiao didn't answer their questions and continued eating with her chopsticks.
Zhang Yan picked up the phone and answered, "Hello."
"Hello, do you know Mu Anxiao?"
Zhang Yan grunted and glanced at Mu Anxiao as she got up from the table and walked away.
"So mysterious," the second young man muttered, looking up at Zhang Yan's retreating back.
Mu Anxiao took a bite of rice and couldn't help but ask, "What was that box...?"
The second young man was stunned, turned to Mu Anxiao, and asked, "You really don't know what that is?"
Mu Anxiao glanced at the second young man with an unnatural expression.
The second young man, who already didn't have a good impression of Mu Anxiao, now had a mocking attitude towards her after hearing her words.
"My name is Liu Xian," he said.
Mu Anxiao didn't speak and took another bite of rice.
Fan Yan glanced at Liu Xian and said impatiently, "You really know how to pick your moments to introduce yourself."
"Mind your own business," Liu Xian retorted, glancing at Fan Yan, and continued staring at Mu Anxiao's profile, asking, "Why aren't you talking anymore?"
Mu Anxiao said while eating, "If you don't answer what I ask, why should I bother with you?"
"He's using a mobile phone. You can call people far away and tell them things, and do anything," Liu Xian said, raising his eyebrows. "Isn't that amazing?"
Mu Anxiao put down her bowl and chopsticks and turned to Liu Xian, still indifferent, "Do you have one of those things?"
"Of course," Liu Xian said, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the phone, swallowed, and asked, "Can I touch it?"
"Of course, you can. But I can't afford to buy you one," Liu Xian said.