The lobby fell silent.
He bent at once to snatch it up. The moment he turned it over and saw the shattered screen, a dark flicker of vexation crossed his face.
Then his gaze snapped to Cixi, who had just steadied herself and was brushing down her coat, checking whether anything had been ruined.
"You," the man barked. He looked to be in his fifties, dressed in an expensive suit that sat heavily on his broad frame. "Don't you have eyes?
Cixi stared at him, stunned for a second by the sheer audacity of it. Then disbelief gave way to offence. She rolled her eyes at him, unamused. "Only if you had not been gawking at your phone while walking around as if the whole floor belonged to you," she shot back, her temper rising at once. "Your phone would have been spared."
The man's eyes widened in shock.
"First you break my phone, and now you blame me?" the man snapped with wounded pride, his voice filling the lobby the way expensive cologne fills an elevator. "Do you even know who I am—"
