It was eleven o'clock at night, and finally, the dinner party ended.
Each person made their own way home, Zong Yue declined Luoyu's offer to drive her and drove herself back to King's Bay Villa.
Upon entering the door, Zong Yue tossed her handbag onto the console table, massaged her stiff shoulders, and walked into the dimly lit living room to pour a glass of water. She sat on the sofa and began to zone out.
Tonight, several of her uncles seemed to be in a bad mood.
They barely touched their food during the meal, spending most of the time drinking.
In Zong Yue's mind, they were all invincible figures. What could possibly make them so troubled?
She couldn't think of a reason for their behavior, and even when she asked Qiaoqiao, she didn't get a specific answer.
Zong Yue lay her head on the armrest of the sofa with her eyes closed, her thoughts in a haze.
In a state between sleep and wakefulness, she vaguely heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
