Since both his eldest aunt and fourth aunt's families drove their cars into the courtyard, the gate was shut.
He didn't go down to open the door himself; instead, he took out his cellphone and called his dad, Zhang Huaimin.
At the moment, Zhang Huaimin was playing mahjong with his two brothers-in-law and a big brother-in-law.
Today his hand wasn't great, but he wasn't upset at all, always wearing a hint of an inexplicable smile.
And the others at the table didn't think anything was amiss, as Zhang Huaimin was the one who made the least money among them—in the past, he didn't dare breathe heavily while speaking in this house, let alone get angry.
As soon as he heard his cellphone ring, his heart stirred, and he casually took out his cellphone.
Zhao Liang, Zhang Jingdong's fourth uncle, who was sitting next to Zhang Huaimin, was anxious to win as he had just reached the winning posture.
