Shi Yao's cousin, Shi Hang, chewed betel nut while swearing, "Do you even know how to play?!"
"You didn't even come to save me when I was dying, no wonder you're still a bronze-level player."
The heavy smell of smoke, the clatter of mahjong tiles, the sound of swearing, the volume of short videos playing aloud...
The combination of all these elements in this dilapidated and dark basement creates a deeply oppressive atmosphere.
The photographer, who had just been warmly received by the butler at the Si family's grand penthouse, was trembling with fear.
He tried to bolster his courage, thinking that maybe the environment was just a bit noisy, but Shi Yao's relatives and friends were still very friendly and kind.
Just as the photographer had mustered his courage, he heard a roar: "Who the hell opened the door? It's freezing cold in the middle of winter!"
Shi Yanping felt a cold wind blowing in, and she looked up sharply, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
As Shi Yao and He Qinqin carried their luggage, they said, "Auntie, it's me!"
"I brought Qinqin back from the Si family."
When Shi Yanping heard that He Qinqin had returned from the Si family, her face immediately lit up with a smile.
This rich girl always brings back a lot of nice things when she comes back from home.
No wonder she saw high-end fruits and vegetables at her door when she got home from get off work.
"Oh, our beautiful lady is back! Welcome, welcome!"
While playing mahjong, she said, "Qinqin, your aunt is busy. Find yourself a place to sit."
The photographer went to see He Qinqin. He really couldn't stand the environment anymore, and he could clearly feel that his aunt Shi Yao was being perfunctory.
As expected, He Qinqin's eyes were filled with tears.
The photographer thought He Qinqin must have regretted it, but then he heard her say, with a touched voice, "Thank you, Auntie, you're so kind to me."
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