"Is there another tea party today?" Dubian Che asked Jiutiao Meijie on their way to the Japanese-style reception room.
Despite being in the outside corridor, where the sun, dying the sky red, could shine directly, there was not a single hint of heat.
Dubian Che really wondered if there was an air conditioner hidden in some corner.
The design of wealthy homes was truly unimaginable.
"My mother values traditional festivals a lot, or rather, she likes to invite people over for gatherings." Jiutiao Meijie's eyes were fixed straight ahead, walking with grace yet an unstoppable assertiveness.
Very much like the beginning of a historical drama where the general's wife makes her entrance surrounded by a crowd.
She looked like the tough female antagonist you wouldn't want to provoke.
"That's pretty good." Dubian Che was very supportive, "I just hate Valentine's Day, Halloween, and Christmas the most, all tools for capitalists to swindle money."
