Daoxiang Garden's three rooms all faced favorable directions. There was some sunshine in the morning, but as the sun moved to the other side in the afternoon and with the bamboo blinds drawn, the room instantly became cooler, much cooler than the lobby downstairs.
Wang Zhanrui, holding a greasy paper package in his hand, stepped through the door and caught sight of the little walnut on the couch, immediately stopping in his tracks.
"I heard from the staff that everyone had a good time drinking together at noon. I couldn't make it and felt I should explain— is the child sleeping? Then I'll come back later…"
As if responding to him, the little walnut mumbled something indistinctly and turned his head to giggle at him.
"He is very lively, obviously not going to sleep," said Hua Xiaomai with a smile as she ushered Wang Zhanrui inside, "It's very hot outside, and since there's nothing much to do, come and sit for a while."
