Mu Qingqing was half doubting, "Really?"
"Of course it's true," Jiashu answered quickly, her big eyes twirling on the floor, "The ball, let me find it for you."
The ball rolled under the sofa, which explained the golden retriever's listlessness today.
Jiashu searched for a long time before discovering it, crawling on the carpet with Qingqing, using a stick Aunt Zhou found to poke it out.
The crisp, innocent laughter of children brought an unprecedented warmth and vitality to this villa.
Nan Wan did not join in, sitting leisurely on the sofa opposite, watching them play.
Until the phone vibrated.
Nan Wan glanced at the caller ID flashing on the screen, the smile in her eyes vanished instantly, leaving no trace of warmth.
...
Night Charm Bar.
In the luxuriously decorated VIP room, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and tobacco, the raucous music unable to drown out the flirtatious interactions between men and women.
