Beijing, a torrential downpour was wreaking havoc.
Pea-sized raindrops pounded on the windowpanes, going "tap tap" as they struck.
The sky outside was overcast, while the living room was brightly lit.
"Seventeen, Nineteen, what are you doing at the door?" Jian Qing came downstairs and, upon glancing up, saw two little treasures crouched at the doorway, her red lips slightly curving into a smile.
The two little treasures crouched at the door, while Snowball lay in front of the window, quietly nibbling on its afternoon tea.
"Waiting for daddy." Nineteen turned her head, her movement too grand, losing her balance and collapsing onto the floor.
Quan Jingwu had left with Grandpa Quan after lunch and had not yet returned, so after finishing their milk, the two little treasures were waiting here.
Jian Qing walked over, crouched beside them, and reached out to pull up Nineteen, "Daddy and Grandpa are out on errands, they will be back soon."
