The living room was very old.
It was used as a store room rather than a living room.
Apart from a shabby looking table and sofa, there was no other decent looking furniture.
The wall was not painted, it was a cement wall covered with certificates that had long faded. It should belong to the son of the woman. When she did a rough estimate, there was actually slightly more than 30 of them.
The writing on the certificates was faintly legible.
His name was Feng Kui.
It was a very mighty and powerful name. He must have been the hope of his parents. From all these awards, the young Feng Kui did not disappoint them. There were many awards with words like "Winning the First Place". Unfortunately, under the dim light, the awards he received back then were now like a joke.
Xiang Wan turned to another direction.
On the other wall, there was an old-fashioned picture frame hanging on the wall.
There were many pictures displayed inside it.
