Under the sunny and blue sky, there stood a nursing home we all grew familiar seeing, where the bird chirped serenely.
"I have three bamboos."
"Pung!"
"Can you stop pung-ing and pairing everything I send out?"
"Sorry but looks like I'm in luck today," said Qiu Ran proudly as she shuffled the Mahjong tiles with her two scowling table mates.
Huo Yunting was there on the relaxer nearby. It was a mixed feeling to view his mother acting so 30 minutes after what Lu had done to him at Thunderbolt Corp.
Her mother was sent to the mental hospital the moment Zhaoyang's mother took over as the mistress of his home. She was depressed, even lunatic at times where she would scream on top of her lungs the names who destroyed her life but now she was actually happy. Playing Mahjong and laughing at her victories. Ironically, despite her remembering the rules to ace Mahjong, she no longer recognized her own son.