Returning to the gazebo in the backyard, Xie Shu finally felt cooler.

He placed his phone flat on the table again, leisurely tearing open the wrapper of the disposable chopsticks, his gaze still fixed on Ruan Nianxi on the screen.

She must have propped her phone against something, as the video showed her elegantly picking up food with one hand while the other rested casually on the edge of the table.

With nothing to prop his phone against, Xie Shu held it in his left hand and his chopsticks in his right.