Li Shuanzhu returned to the provincial city with his daughter and son, and the atmosphere between the three of them was tense all the way.
Li Xiang basically didn't speak to his dad.
Li Lu, however, was chattering away, cursing Liu Hong in various ways. In her heart, Liu Hong had never been her real mother.
They returned to the rented apartment.
Li Shuanzhu took out the keys to open the door, pushed it open, and the three of them walked in, only to find the place was cold and empty.
Li Shuanzhu frowned.
Where did that woman go during such a festive time?
He picked up the phone to call her.
"Where did you go? Why aren't you home?"
On the other end was the sound of people playing mahjong.
"East Wind! It's your turn."
The woman had a cigarette in one hand, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder, while feeling the mahjong tiles with her hand.
"You were all not home, and I was bored, so I'm here playing mahjong with my girlfriends."
