lt;Nineth Uncle, you

Wang Jia's mansion, Shi kicked the door open with one foot, still chewing gum, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp, yet carrying a hint of laziness.,The entire villa's decoration was very simple, the room full of Chinese characters for "happiness", yet there wasn't a shred of festive cheer. If it weren't for a large red cheongsam and an elaborate bridal updo, one would think they were attending a funeral.,She chewed gum slowly, utterly unconcerned by the deserted wedding. She sat on the edge of the bed, propping herself up with her hand and swinging her slender legs gracefully back and forth.。