The man's fingers swept across the phone screen, not tapping, blocked by the shattered explosion-proof screen protector.
"Fak!"
Muttering a curse, he flattened his palm, wiped the dirty, shattered screen, and then continued to tap.
This time, the software opened.
But there was a problem with the facial recognition for login, and after a brief spinning of the loading animation, the man entered his account password in the password field that popped up.
Then, like a goose being strangled by the throat, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reopened them, only to find he was not mistaken.
Powerlessly, he put down the phone, the man, only wearing shorts and bare-chested, got out of bed and left the bedroom.
"George, you haven't eaten dinner yet, I made some thin pancakes, you can eat them with some sauce, and also, don't stay home every day, go out and find a job."
