It must be said that Shen Jia's imagination was sometimes truly powerful; she could twist a perfectly normal situation into an utter mess.
"Jiajia, this is Old Qi and his grandson, Qi Zhuochen. They are our guests tonight," Wanqian's voice was laden with deep exhaustion; she hadn't slept at all for two days and two nights. She was truly spent, but she was terrified of falling asleep.
"Yes, the two of you will be staying here tonight," Shen Cheng said as he took off his coat and lazily sat on the sofa. Old Qi's sharp eyes casually scanned Shen Jia's family of three. His gaze then swept around the hall, his expression darkening. He had never expected, after all this time, to find himself here again.
