The bearded uncle moved quickly, and in no time he had punched holes in all the seashells in the bag.
"Thank You." After paying, Lan Xin Ai carried the bag to the beachfront hotel, received the key and moved into the room.
The modest but quirky décor of the beach house suited Lan Xin Ai just right.
"Little Yan, what do you think? Do you like it?"
Lan Xin Ai was surprised to find that Little Yan was not fussing after stepping outside.
"Ah ah."
Little Yan let out a sound.
Seeing him so well-behaved, Lan Xin Ai felt at ease and began threading the seashells with white silk thread comfortably.
After all of these, Lan Xin Ai looked at the time. It was almost 9 PM.
She put Little Yan to sleep and then took her pajamas to the bathroom.
...
Chasing lights in the dark, a gleaming black car slowly approached, almost like a satanic arrival if not for its headlights.
"Young Master, Young Mistress is in that room."
Qin Feng pointed towards the beach house not too far away.
