After a simple wash-up, the family of four went downstairs again to dine at a restaurant outside and to buy some lacking household goods along the way.
Meanwhile, in a private room of a high-end club in Beijing, An Zihao looked at the screen in front of him with an ashen face, surrounded by the young men of the An Family.
One of the men, wearing a white shirt, held a glass of red wine in his hand, with a lethargic demeanor, he casually said:
"Zihao, learn from this lesson and be more cautious with women in the future, especially those pitiable ones like Chuchu; remember, women are as unpredictable as the sea."
"That trash, even you could get tangled up with it, Zihao, you really used to live in an ivory tower," another person joked.
An Zihao was completely indifferent to the surrounding voices, his hands clenched into fists as his eyes stared intently at a laptop.
