In the afternoon, the sunlight was brilliant.
The windows were open, and the sea breeze gently blew in.
In the study room, the tip of the pen scratched against the paper, making a "shush" sound.
After a while, Shen Hua put down his pen, picked up the teacup on the desk, lifted the lid, and took a light sip.
"Where did Ayan go?"
Next to him, Ada was organizing the documents he had signed, "The second young master took nineteen to the seaside to watch the pigeons."
"He sure is at leisure," Shen Hua said indifferently, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.
"Where's the other little one?"
"The servant said he seems to have fallen asleep," Ada, cradling the documents, replied.
"Alright, you can go down now."
Ada left with the documents, and soon after, a small figure appeared at the door.
Shen Hua, hearing the noise, cast a cold glance and saw the little one standing at the door, his lips curving into a mocking smile.
He stood up, walked around the table toward him.
