Annoyed Zhang Wei! (2)
Seeking to understand the root of his foul mood, she probed further, "Okay, so what's really the issue, Zhang Wei?"
His response was terse, a clear indication that the incident had deeply irked him. "It's nothing major. Just some old fool who decided to ruin my morning with a call."
"That's it?" Wu Xue pressed, her eyebrows arching in disbelief.
Could a mere phone call trigger such a drastic reaction?
Zhang Wei clarified with a grumble, "The caller was a sixty-year-old bald man."
"..."
Wu Xue was momentarily speechless, caught between incredulity and understanding.
The seemingly trivial detail shed light on Zhang Wei's mood; perhaps it wasn't the call itself but the disruption of his peace that irked him.
Suddenly, his overreaction in the café seemed almost justifiable, if not entirely reasonable, in the context of his ruined morning.
A few minutes later...
"Who is responsible for this disturbance?"