Villa area in Clearwater.
The lavish living room is decorated in a European palace style, with a crystal chandelier occupying almost half of the ceiling, making the room as bright as day; the valuable calligraphy and paintings dilute the nouveau riche vibe of the place.
However, with countless paintings hung in the living room that is as large as half a basketball court, the excess seemingly detracts, adding a somewhat incongruous feel to the luxurious space.
Xia Cheng, clad in a deep blue silk pajama set, lounges on the sofa, legs propped up on the coffee table, eyes glued unblinkingly to his phone, watching videos of curvaceous beauties dancing.
The sound of slippers approaches from behind him, and he reflexively stuffs the phone under a cushion.
Xia Ning, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, teases, "Brother, you're all grown up and yet still so afraid of Dad? It's just watching pretty girls, what's the harm? If you want to watch, just watch."
