After lunch, a light rain started to fall, pitter-pattering gently.
The lights in the living room were on, and the crystal chandelier shimmered with brilliant light, filling the room with splendor. The floor was spotless and shiny, reflecting the lights, making each step seem to sparkle.
This side was completely different from the front building.
"Grandpa, we're going upstairs to play," Sheng Qiao said to the old man.
The old man nodded.
Then, Sheng Rong glanced at Sheng Tang and Sheng Zong, "We're playing cards. We can play with five people, but there's money involved. Do you two want to play or not?"
Sheng Zong shook his head.
Seeing this, the old man said, "Tangtang, take your brother to play with them for a while."
The children appeared distant because they weren't very close.
Sheng Tang's eyes moved slightly.
Her eyes were particularly beautiful, with distinct black and white, her irises dark and lustrous like the brightest gemstones.
