"Let's break up, Jiang Fan." In the noisy street food stall, his girlfriend Li Jing put down her chopsticks. Her voice was not loud, but it was poured on Jiang Fan's head like ice water. Jiang Fan's action of picking up the rice froze, and he raised his head, feeling a little at a loss. He thought it was just a regular couple's dinner to celebrate a new repair job he'd just gotten. "Why?" His voice was dry. Li Jing's eyes swept over Jiang Fan's washed-white T-shirt, and finally landed on his hands covered with calluses and small wounds, with a trace of undisguised disgust in his eyes. "Why? Jiang Fan, look at yourself, and then look at me." Li Jing pointed to the latest smart fiber dress on her body, and then pointed to the shimmering holographic communicator on her wrist, "Can you afford the life I want? Have you collected enough for next month's rent? Your broken electric donkey can't even drive up the three-dimensional driveway in the city!
